I’ve never understood people that live for the weekend.
Who doesn’t love a Wednesday?
Who can’t make the most of a Thursday?
Who lives for two days out of seven?
I’ve never understood people that are afraid to say what they’re thinking.
Who can keep it in?
Who can stew on letters and words?
Who can resist and refrain?
I’ve never understood people that worry about things that haven’t happened.
Who can be troubled by a hypothetical?
Who can limit their lives by fearing something that may not even occur?
Who can?
There’s so much I don’t understand.
I’m scared and you’re scared and we’re all scared.
They’re over there whining and worrying and the only difference between them and us is that we pull on our boots and step out onto the frost covered streets and give a damn.
Give a damn about life.
Give a damn that it’s Wednesday. Because Wednesdays are for living.
We make the choice between sitting back and marching on, and we choose to march on.
To discover new places; bars on corners and barns in fields, and meet new people – the kind that challenge and captivate – and we make it up as we go along, without any idea of how it’ll turn out. And it’s good. It’s brilliant and stirring and I think it’s what it means to be alive and they don’t know.
They don’t know what they’re missing out on.
That feeling; when nervous energy and apprehension and excitement combine in the pit of your stomach.
You’re one of two people in this world, I’m sure of it.
You either run from that feeling or you live for it.
You push it away or you embrace it.
You hide from it or wear it like a cloak.
Sometimes it’s heavy,
itchy,
sometimes it’s even too big,
but it’s a cloak I always want,
pinned on my shoulders,
engulfing and enveloping me.
SANDI SIEGER. 
Well said Sandi,life is short get amongst it.
Thank you. Getting amongst it – being in the thick of it – it’s what I love.
Sandi, I LOVE THIS SO HARD! Yes!!
The only thing is that the closing of this on capes instantly reminds me of scene in The Incredibles where Edna ‘E’ Mode goes on a rant about the dangerous impracticality of capes! So stay with me on this- do you have a post on self-care as one of the things of this second caped life is that living on the edge can bring the highest of highs but also some low lows? Or is that just me?
Thanks so much, Cheryl.
You raise a REALLY good point. It’s not just you. I’d be more than happy to cover off how I deal with the ebbs and flows – the rollercoaster – in another blog post. Thank you for the question. Stay tuned!
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Give a damn about Wednesday. YES.
You’re speaking my language, lady!
*fist bump*
Right back atcha! 🙂