Back in February, this idea was born…
“Words have always been a part of my life– from the countless diaries I kept as a child, to memorizing the lyrics of THOUSANDS of songs growing up, tape recorder in hand, stopping and starting, to write down the EXACT lyric to a Cyndi Lauper or Michael Jackson song.
It’s amazing how you can string together a few isolated and dangling phrases and make them come alive… a vision in your mind, a story, a poem.
Words have always been a part of my life– from the countless diaries I kept as a child, to memorizing the lyrics of THOUSANDS of songs growing up, tape recorder in hand, stopping and starting, to write down the EXACT lyric to a Cyndi Lauper or Michael Jackson song.
It’s amazing how you can string together a few isolated and dangling phrases and make them come alive… a vision in your mind, a story, a poem.
When I shared Maria Shriver’s announcement on Twitter yesterday that she will be guest editing the April issue of Oprah Magazine in honor of National Poetry Month, I first felt envy (keepin’ it real ladies) and then one of my readers gave me a wonderful idea.
I feel like everything that’s gone down in the past 24 hours has come down to one word: WILL. Not “will” as in a guy named William. I mean “will” as in sheer desire. As in, wanting something badly enough, to make it happen. Or simply flipped: Willpower!
Last night, at the last minute, I found myself at the hockey game. My hubby was already taking my big son to the game, and I was feeling a little left out. So, thankfully my good friend and it just so happens yesterday’s guest Blogger (whose hubby is one of the players) came to my rescue, and scooped me up to take me out for a night of intense, edge-of-your seat hockey action. See, last night was a BIG game for the Montreal Canadiens. We are currently in the playoffs against one of the best teams in the NHL– The Washington Capitals. The first team to make it to 4 wins, goes on to further compete for the Stanley Cup. The score out of four games before last night was 3-2 for the Washington Capitals. They pretty much had it in the bag. With Alexander Ovechkin leading the team, they were a sure thing. But we came out firing. I swear, it was like something came over us, this burning desire, a sheer will, and we took the game, 4-1. It was truly like watching Rocky beat Clubber Lang or Ivan Drago. We were the underdog. And so today, we’re 3-3 against Washington, it’s a brand new game, and we’ve put ourselves back in the competition. I’m not sure if it was Washington’s overconfidence and sloppiness, or our great fight that brought us back, but we obviously wanted it badly enough. And we got it.
So besides watching my son go into complete “sugar shock” over popcorn, chips and sour patch kids, watching his excitement made my heart full.
