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as Yoda says, “Do or do not. There is no try.” So, I was all about the do today.
“Maybe, but I have a new attitude. I’m going to be the ball-breaker I want to be.”
Like how about Stephanie and Lula, Apprehension Agents. We do epic shit.”
Here it is. You think you know someone and then next thing they tell you is that they want a Chihuahua named Chardonnay.
“I say we need to fortify ourselves before we knock on Trotter’s door,” Lula said. “I guess I’m up for doing some shit, but if we want it to be epic I need a breakfast sandwich. Something with cheese and sausage. Or maybe egg and bacon. Or maybe I could get one of each and combine them and make a super sandwich.” “We wouldn’t want the shit we do to not be epic,” I said. “Hell no. Ordinary shit is just shit.”
My mother looked like she was trying to decide between booze or Xanax. I understood her dilemma. Her thankless job was to be the voice of reason and maturity in a family of oddballs.
Only the fearless can be great. Only the fearless can be great.
“Everyone wants to be a better version of themselves,” he said. “It’s easy for you because you just needed a new jacket. For some other people the job is more complicated.”
I came from a long line of survivors. War, famine, pestilence didn’t stop my relatives from moving forward one foot in front of the other. They were good solid plodders without grandiose expectations. And that’s the legacy they left me. The ability to plod forward, no matter the circumstances. I realize plodding isn’t glamorous, but there are times when it serves a purpose.
And it’s good to be cautious. It’s not good to be fearful. Fear isn’t a productive emotion.
New mantra, I told myself. From here on out it was balls to the wall.
