I’m writing this blog early because Sundays often slip away without an opportunity to post here.
Tonight’s launch of the Space Shuttle Discovery was absolutely beautiful. Watching the clock tick down gives me the same churn in my belly I had as a child. Imagining what the astronauts might be thinking or feeling works my nerves to their limits. It’s a sure bet you won’t see me setting foot on a shuttle clad in an orange suit. Boy do I admire people who can set fear of the unknown aside and step out of the safety constraints the need for self preservation often constructs. What a way to taste life. Not that I’m advocating being reckless. Speeding down the highway at 90 mph is not a positive way to take a bite out of life. That’s just being an idiot. Instead, chasing dreams and going out of your way to experience something special and new is to be commended.
Safe travels Discovery crew. The world is watching you realize a dream and celebrating your courageous spirit. In the meantime, I’m going to do some thinking to decide if I have any dreams tucked away I’ve been too scared to chase. One has been writing words for the world to see. I’m testing the waters here to see if I can pull of sharing thoughts without being crowned Queen Moron. Other dreams are surely tucked away in hidden places I’ve yet to discover.
We watched it too from outside. It was wonderful to see. My husband, whom has never lived anywhere but Kansas was very impressed to see something like that. It was a huge fire ball in the sky. I actually cried for some reason, however it does not take much to make me cry.
Yep Jeannie, Danny’s not in Kansas anymore. Couldn’t resist.
I’m an easy crier too. Always have been. Not just with pregnancy or pms. I don’t upset cry. I cry with welled emotion. Hallmark commercials, Folger’s commercials, 4th of July fireworks…you name it, I’ll cry. For some strange reason I also cry when I hear sirens. Hmmmmm. That one I haven’t quite figured out. It was really a problem when I worked in a hospital. My job was in a lab near the ER. Sirens were constantly audible. Let’s just say mascara and eye liner was not an option for work.