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'A guest who checked into an inn one night was warned to be quiet because the guest in the room below his was a light sleeper. As he undressed for bed, he dropped one shoe, which, sure enough, awakened the other guest. He managed to get the other shoe off in silence, and got into bed. An hour later, he heard a pounding on the floor and a shout: "When are you going to drop the other shoe?" Thus the term waiting for the other shoe to drop.'
Oh boy! A shoe! My favorite!
Imagine the other shoe to drop is a boot, pull yourself up by the bootstraps, and take charge.
'Give a girl the right shoe and she can conquer the world.' Marilyn Monroe
'Even in the mud and scum of things, something always, always sings.' Ralph Waldo Emerson
'A guest who checked into an inn one night was warned to be quiet because the guest in the room below his was a light sleeper. As he undressed for bed, he dropped one shoe, which, sure enough, awakened the other guest. He managed to get the other shoe off in silence, and got into bed. An hour later, he heard a pounding on the floor and a shout: "When are you going to drop the other shoe?" Thus the term waiting for the other shoe to drop.'
Oh boy! A shoe! My favorite!
Imagine the other shoe to drop is a boot, pull yourself up by the bootstraps, and take charge.
'Give a girl the right shoe and she can conquer the world.' Marilyn Monroe
'Even in the mud and scum of things, something always, always sings.' Ralph Waldo Emerson
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The Only Thing That Makes Sense
"The only thing that makes sense
is to hold it all tenderly—
as if it can break, as if it won't be here forever,
as if the moment that is this moment
will give you everything if you let it.
The only thing that makes sense is to celebrate
the exactness of you, to take your own face
in your own hands and declare yourself worthy,
to wrap arms around the orphaned parts
that didn't fit, didn't follow, refused to march in straight little lines.
The only thing that makes sense
is to make art that is your art, art that swings, sways,
tangos its way through every midnight, as if life, this very exact,
disappearing life, depends on it. To scatter
kindness-confetti until walls become wings,
hard melts to soft, not-enough
becomes a feast of fabulous plenty—
a wild, belly-laughing celebration
where every tender, breakable thing
is invited, invited to the moment that is this
moment, the moment that will give you everything
if you let it."
The Only Thing That Makes Sense
"The only thing that makes sense
is to hold it all tenderly—
as if it can break, as if it won't be here forever,
as if the moment that is this moment
will give you everything if you let it.
The only thing that makes sense is to celebrate
the exactness of you, to take your own face
in your own hands and declare yourself worthy,
to wrap arms around the orphaned parts
that didn't fit, didn't follow, refused to march in straight
little lines.
The only thing that makes sense
is to make art that is your art, art that swings,
sways,
tangos its way through every midnight, as if life, this very
exact,
disappearing life, depends on it. To scatter
kindness-confetti until walls become wings,
hard melts to soft, not-enough
becomes a feast of fabulous plenty—
a wild, belly-laughing celebration
where every tender, breakable thing
is invited, invited to the moment that is this
moment, the moment that will give you everything
if you let it."
Each time we wonder "do I have what it takes to get through yet another 'difficult life lesson'?"
Even if you don't start with the courage and strength, the current challenge will show you that deep inside you is a well of intestinal fortitude for you to draw on.
So what is the key to having the courage and strength to overcome yet one more hardship? You step into life and keep on laboring--'learn to labor and to wait.'
Step into action. Face the fear. Fly in the face of fear. Take one step, and then another. Your courage and strength will emerge when you face your fears head on.
