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The most exciting word ever

I have a huge list of words that make me cringe whenever I hear them muttered..or just said normally. I loathe them less if they are muttered though. Some of those words include: 
liner, damper, jubilee, doily and soda. 
There are also a few phrases that pester me like “You just gotta make do” I can make a bed, espresso and lunch, but do? ick, and “You are gonna be fine”how do you know that?  
There are also words that make me smile: espresso, Sunday, thunderstorms, closet, Clorox and food.
Words are powerful. They can evoke emotion both positive and negative. They allow our minds to go to a certain place and to actually feel. That is cool. Well, tonight, I heard a word that got me so pumped up that I had to dedicate a blog post to it. I realized, when I heard this word, that I absolutely LOVE this word. I got so fired up in a good way. My heart started to beat a bit faster and I was ready to go do something awesome so I ate a cupcake, had a glass of wine and played 25 games of solitare on my phone..oh, and wrote this blog. Awesome.
The word is so cool. I don’t know why. Okay. I’ll tell you the word – shrapnel. Yes. The word is shrapnel. It is even spelled cool. I know what you are thinking,…no I don’t. I love that word. It sounds exciting to me. If you add the word flying before it then it is even better. You can’t even begin to tell me that the words ‘flying shrapnel’ didn’t just incresase your heart rate. Exhilarating! I would never though, want the flying shrapnel to be something painful.  Just fun stuff  like little nerf footballs and cupcakes and a possible chapstick or wine cork. I feel empowered right now. I am going to go conquour something where is my iphone? Solitaire is about to get dominated.

What word(s) get you excited?  


It is my favorite word. I am really feeling this in my soul these days. The idea of getting a full time job is tightly packed between being a stay at home mom and running my business in my rolodex of thoughts. My heart is being pulled between 2 very different locations. I see many different roads in which I can take. I have a choice. Oh choices. I am hoping that wise choices are what will get me out of this mess. This beautiful mess that I am in.

Last nite, I did something that I haven’t done in a month. I journaled. I read my last entry to see where life was and what I was dealing with. I am amazed to see how different life looked just a month ago. Wow. In just 30 days the picture of life can go from a plain white canvas to a beautiful piece of art, or, in my case, something resembling some splatter painting done by an amateur. I know in my heart, however, that when all can seem wrong, all can be just right. I know that. My heart knows that. I mean. I really KNOW that. I have been through that. I have felt the pain of that. And here I am again, feeling that. It is in this time that trust and faith and hope are being watered only to sprout their little heads above the pile of dirt and compost.

In reading last months entry, I also read last years and the year before. WOW. How different are my writings now. I am thankful for that. I am thankful for the answers that I have been giving. I am now looking at today and seeing how different my life can look 30 days from now. I have the ability to make things happen. I am a person who goes after what I want. And now, in this time, when there are so many options, I sit back and watch it all happen as if I am not the protagonist in my own story, but rather a mere movie goer sitting in the back row with a xlarge refillable trough of popcorn and enough beverage to quench the thirst of a Chinese army, waiting to see who will be the next character to pop up on the screen.

I am still reading “The Tipping Point”. It is great. I have the coolest bookmark in the world (a piece of IMAX format film) to mark my place and remind me of Kansas City. I think I am reaching a tipping point. Slowly but surely.

“I learned that not just any character can work to create a good story. It takes a special kind of character and not just any ambition would define a good story, it took a special kind of ambition. “-Donald Miller.