I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. - Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
I don’t watch a lot of pro football. The Colts are the home team so I love them and Peyton Manning is the poster boy for Adopt-A-Hoosier, so I love him, but I still don’t watch.
Today–it’s Sunday—I watched the tail end of the Seahawks vs. Packers game. Whoa! I didn’t have a dog in the show, but it was so exciting I almost stitched over my forefinger watching it! And then I watched the Colts vs. Patriots and it was hard not to cry for the home team that has worked so hard. They were blown out—severely—in the New England rain, but they got there. They got there. Whoa!
I’ve been going to the gym. Life has been...er...sedentary the past few years, so exercising has been tough. I have an iffy hip and sciatica that makes walking—the only form of exercise I like—increasingly difficult. However, today I was trundling along on the treadmill to the tune of Susan Elizabeth Phillips’ Heroes Are My Weakness being read into my ear buds. My hip usually starts singing to me somewhere between 10 and 15 minutes, so I try to go 20. Today, my hip must have been listening to the book, because I made it to 30! What was that I said up there? Whoa!
Last week, my Harlequin Heartwarming editor called to offer on a book. The revisions will be extensive, the series wasn’t accepted, but whoa! I don’t have a release date, nor will the title probably stick, but just in case it does, keep an eye out for The Winter of Letting Go.
Yup, I know I sound like a cheerleader—goes along with my Pollyanna persona and my word for the year: expand. Expand the thought processes, the understanding of the way things are, the appreciation. When I say, as everyone else on earth does these days, “It is what it is,” I need to remember to say “Whoa!” at the end of it. Because in there with the hard is the easy, with the bad is the good, with the blowout that ruins a day are the days when you win more than you lose. There are more diamonds than stones.
I’ll take it.
Have a great week. I hope you say Whoa! a dozen times. And say it--remember my cheerleader status--loud and proud.