Here's my impossible belief for this very moment: My sons will keep their discoveries and reports of the day to themselves for just a few minutes so I can complete -- well let's me honest -- start AND complete this entry... AND they will also still know that they are the most important things in my universe. I'll be a diligent and powerful writer AND an attentive, guilt-free mother. Oh... and I'll be glamorous while I have the foot of a five-year old planted in my thigh!
Here's the impossible thought of a friend who decided to play along:
"before breakfast I choose to believe that I am an unlimited source of creativity which insures every project I tackle turns out spectacularly well; every piece I choose to write is Pulitzer Worthy; all the while the rest of my world maintains its own order-as in the dishes wash themselves, the shelves keep dust at bay, floors resist all manner of dirt, dust, and grime. Did I mention the part about unlimited funds and resources to underwrite this creative life?"
Amen, Friend!
Tomorrow I'll be writing about HOW we get to wear the pearls and have dirty fingernails... how we get to hear the stories AND have everyone leave us alone. How's that for a teaser? (It's a teaser for me too, because as of this moment, I have absolutely NO idea what I'm going to write. HA!)
Still accepting impossible thoughts!!!

I would like an angel, Day...along the lines of Yenna and Carlene...how does one make that happen? Does the world know that you are here? How do we make THAT happen?? Inquiring minds and all that....
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