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The Rare Nice Surprise
I can’t think of one. I know there have probably been a couple over the years that we ended up watching on TV just as something to do, and were pleasantly surprised, but no titles are coming to mind.
If I go to a theater to watch a movie, it’s usually because I’m interested in seeing it and have heard good things about it, and I can’t remember ever being disappointed.
If I expected to hate a movie, I probably wouldn’t make much of an effort to watch it.
Deep
A mysterious, evolutionary inevitability. A happy/unhappy accident.
Asking this question, over and over again, and never really settling on an answer. Except that it means different things to different people… ugh.
Maybe it’s about wrestling with a satisfying answer to “Why?”
Or finding love.
Don’t
Just sayin’… with all due respect… like,… devastated… traumatized. There are probably others.
Not Quite Wingin’ It
There’s not much planning involved. On the rare occasion when we do hit the road to a destination other than New England, the extent of the planning consists of entering a starting point and destination on Google Maps or some such app, and deciding which route makes the most sense. Most times we don’t even make lodging reservations ahead of time, though we probably would consider doing that if we happen to be traveling during a holiday period. And we might take note of a few points of interest along the way.
Since we aren’t currently driving an electric vehicle, there’s no plotting when and where to refuel. And road trips are usually when we fall off the wagon of healthy eating, unless we come across a Chipotle.
Our main objective is to get to where we want to go. There might be a bit more leeway for balls of twine and such on the return trip.
In The Moment
Daily writing prompt
What’s a moment that made you realize you were stronger than you thought?
There are different types of strength. I might be physically stronger than what some might think, just from looking at me, but average at best.
I guess it might be some of the moments in parish ministry when I was called upon to keep my wits about me, my emotions in check– the occasional heated Council meeting, certain hospital visits, a death in a family, offering words and support at a graveside service or funeral.
I remember attending a special town meeting to voice my opinion on some project that was going to ruin a piece of perfectly good open space. I had never done anything like that, never envisioned myself having the courage to stand up in front of the board and community members and offer an opinion. I was this close to chickening out, but made my way to the mic and offered up my pie-in-the-sky idealism. It was ultimately to no avail, but at least I followed through.
Morning Joe
There are a few simple pleasures that bring me joy, but I have to say morning coffee sits at the top of the list. Cold brew, to be specific. It’s still a treat, after all these years, though packing less of a jolt– had to switch to half-caff. Actually, I feel like caffeine doesn’t have the same effect on me that it once did. Even when I occasionally drink the high-octane stuff, it doesn’t give me the same euphoric few minutes I once enjoyed.
Oh well, it’s still something I look forward to.
Just One, You Say…
Daily writing prompt
If you could erase one movie from your memory and watch it again for the first time, which one would it be?
Oh my. I’ll pick one and then think of five other viable candidates. I think it might be Dances With Wolves, with plenty of other contenders.
Fuel For The Fire
Having good teachers helps, as well as encouragement along the way. In addition, I assume there’s a willingness or a certain drive to see it through– maybe not to master it, but at least to increase proficiency and understanding.
The assumption being made is that whatever the task or activity, it is something a person was interested in trying in the first place, something seen as worth doing. If there is true desire to gain knowledge and get better at something, the desire itself will be enough motivation to weather the moments of discouragement and sustain the effort.
And I Can’t Forget Boo
It would have to be back in high school, when the only books I read were ones I was required to read. No book surprises me anymore, since most any one I read comes reviewed and recommended and I seek it out. Though I suppose I could be surprised the other way– it could be a disappointment, get me to wondering what all the fuss was about.
I think it would be either one of the titles I’ve recently mentioned as being memorable reads– To Kill a Mockingbird or A Separate Peace. I didn’t know what to expect with either one, but was rewarded in each case by actually finishing them and being moved by the character development, the twists and turns, and the sad and somewhat shocking development in A Separate Peace.
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