What triggers changes in mood, or of mind? Is it an event, lifting of stress or turning a calendar page? Maybe is not an answer. Possibly is avoidance. Yes means no. No means yes, except when it means maybe. I don’t know what I don’t know means. These are the challenges of communicating with people we don’t know well.
Hinge day, squeaky gate focus, when we move from the front-yard of the year to the backyard, from first half to second half – a break in the middle of the game.
My year is half gone, and what do I have to show for it? What have you?
It isn’t too late to make something marvelous of this year – half of it is left, we can do something miraculous if we want. Or, we can just keep doing what we do every day without fail as if some difference will magically appear because of good luck, good fortune or of someone’s prayer (this reference inserted for benefit of those who believe in such things) being answered.
Some would say it is about belief vs. disbelief. I posit this is different by far from belief vs. non-belief. I’ll save that for another day. I believe in me, you, work, thought, emotion and motion. I don’t believe in hocus, pocus or miracles falling from the sky or, least of all, anywhere near my lap.
So, what keeps me going? What gets me to swing the gate at mid year, to rush into the second half full of enthusiasm and hope. I don’t believe in miracles, but I do believe in the power of hope and resolve, hard work and imagination.
Hope keeps hope alive, because, without hope, there is hopelessness. Nobody wants helplessness, so we have hope, keep hope, rely on hope – and hope for hope and when our hope runs out we hope for more hope, for hard work to finally pay off . . . or for a miracle.
Miracles don’t happen much except in the minds of blind-faithful types whose philosophy and/or religion is predicated on miracles happening.
Oddly, we live in a society where miraculous is an adjective of astonishment but miracle is a word that makes us roll our eyeballs or joke about the person who believes it - behind their back of course. Miracles and ghosts – that’s the reaction. Not fair, but realistic.
A work day – barely - as weather and calendar conspire to make long weekends start early. Vacationers vacate cityscape avoiding arrival influx like ants to and from the hill, for summer fun and intoxicating Stampede fun (many, just for the intoxication) or en-route to mountains or further to shores or beaches . . .
Happy Canada Day tomorrow . . . and happy hinge day today.
Mark Kolke
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