I believe what I see in the sky every morning lately is three planets, kicking it celestial style.
They’re bold and they’re bright. I don’t have the star-gazing app I had on my old phone, but my guess is that they’re Venus, Jupiter and Mars, in a tight arc in the northeastern sky. They’re awesome.
When I was a kid, the planets aligned for what they said would be a spectacular, once-in-a-lifetime planetary event.
I begged mom to wake me up at 4 a.m. to see it all. I envisioned pizza-sized – or at least cookie-sized – renditions of the planets set side by side in the sky. I could NOT wait.
Bleary-eyed, reality fizzled like a dwarf star.
I rubbed my eyes as my mom read from the Greeley Tribune which planets were supposed to be where. She pointed, I looked, but hell – they just looked like stars. Like a bowl full of white jelly beans. Really?
I believe your perspective changes, the stars and planets do not.
These are “only” three planets lined up for me, but you know what? It’s spectacular. Like a lot of other things in my life I had to examine my perception in my own galactic reset.
I believe most kids in Colorado learn their first (and worst) bad words during Broncos season. I did.
I believe kindness, cookies and blogs ought to each have their own days of commemoration.
I believe if you shake my keyboard upside down, you’ll see that blogging and eating don’t only intersect, they also merge for miles and miles.
I believe the best story lines don’t even need the biggest stages.
I believe as a parent, there’s a degree of joy when we watch our children find passion in something, be it a sport, an art, or even in making popsicles out of everything in the fridge.
I believe adventure is that place where excitement takes a slight lead against fear.
I believe some things are never as good as the original – Annie, Star Wars, strawberry pop tarts come to mind.
I believe if we learn something from what most of what life throws at us, we become renaissance.
I believe to be without writing is to be without life.
I believe we should replace Trigonometry with Intro to Problem Solving in all schools.
I believe I didn’t know the value of failure until I did so much the lessons had piled up to my elbows.
I believe there’s a universe of difference to be found between solitude and loneliness.
I believe the whole world’s a soccer ball – if only you can get your foot on it.
I believe the days you see your father in things you do are among the greatest days a mom or dad can experience.
I believe Jesus watches the NFL on Sundays. I know I would, if I was the Son of God.
I believe I’d rather watch Sharknado IV than Titanic II.
I believe part of the prize is the struggle to get there.
I believe leftovers are so much more regal than their name suggests – sort of like Iceland, I suspect.
I believe a good bit of parenting is a race or an obstacle course. Sometimes, both.
I believe God probably has the fastest Internet available.
I believe the best part of teaching kids is their thirst for knowledge, followed closely by rambunctiousness. They remind us of what we once were. And still can be.
I believe small orders of fries are fascist.
I believe you should stop and watch all the sunsets and sunrises you can.
I believe an opportunity to annoy a Cowboys fan ought never to be passed up.
I believe disc golf is a poor man’s nirvana in the woods.
I believe taco supplies ought never to reach critical lows in a well-maintained home. Ever.
I believe days it’s tougher to laugh are the most important to do so.
I believe there’s always room (and time) for cheese talk.
I believe we should never underestimate the power of the post-game soccer snack.
I believe dollar-store foods are an adventure in of themselves.
I believe I’d barter childcare, lawn care or wrestle a brown bear for a plate of the right cookies.
I believe I’ll never primp myself. I do, though, like how good shaving cream tingles.
I believe it’s easier to write 600 words than six.
I believe if we don’t become artists by trade, we can become artists by spirit. Just keep writing/drawing/dreaming.
I believe to cultivate a blog following is nice; to earn a tribe in your blog is incredible.
I believe Kesha’s music to be best when shared between generations.
I believe my girls’ music is infinitely more horrifying than mine ever was to my parents.
I believe I’m just a schmuck with a blog, an itchy elbow and a slippery grip on romance.
I believe I’m uncertain of the exact reason I’m here, and what I should do, but a cursory idea that it involves writing and teaching is enough to keep me moving on it.
I believe the universe loves to steal my lunch money. But I’ll come back tomorrow with more. And a different plan.
I believe I need a sticky note in a prominent place to remind me every day there is always more on the other side of whatever trial that we just can’t see.
I believe it’s crucial for parents to see always the silver linings for our kids, especially when they cannot.