it was Whitney Houston who once said something to the effect of ...
'God gave me a voice
and when you have that
what other gimmick
do you need to have.'
And that is what it's all about today.
It is truly fascinating to me how we all find 'our thing.'
Is it by accident, by luck, by perseverance, by hard work, by the gift of the Almighty through the balance of time, toil and ultimately, transcendence?
The ability to succeed in life -- given whatever it is we have to work with, no matter how grand or damned our beginning -- is a constant challenge to humanity; while leading this charge is what's known and widely assumed to be a gift or a curse, that thing called free will.
Sometimes things just don't go in our favor...
take for example the last couple of weeks in the NFL.
The Cincinnati Bengals -- who didn't lose a single game in the regular season -- lost to the San Diego Chargers in the first round of playoffs. Oh they could have lost a game or two along the way...but nooooooooooo, oh snap...they lost the one game that, for all intents and purposes, was for all the marbles. Season over. See you next year when you can try it again.
Now let's take a look at the Manning family. Dad played football and then dad raised two boys to play football. All quarterbacks, All stellar careers. Playing as if all the stars aligned and became one with the football. Eat. Sleep. Hike.
[And speaking of which, I know what you're thinking given my so-cal roots...but you should also know me by now -- it's a happy day when Peyton wins, right kissy?...GO DENVER!]
The thing is, we do our best with what we're given and must quickly get over it with what we're not.
There it is, the key to life.
And just like that...
Out of nowhere...
how does she do it?
It's what I do...
But take for instance what just happened to me right now -- as I was just settling in to write my little heart out and in my head, lamenting how the holidays have kicked my hardworking, industrious little butt to the curb...
Ring-y ding-y went the phone -- and making a little extra money was on the other line.
Change of plans.
Old G thing has a new play on the day.
And suddenly, life is like a box of chocolates again.
It's okay; it's not time to hit the panic button yet, the Head Coach is staying; a couple hail Mary's from now and this girl will be back. [But can I just say before I go that I can't believe I ever rooted for Chris Christie. ugh. totally disgusted with myself for that miscalculation. You wanna talk about gimmicks....]
Need something to read in my absence? GO to Hillsdale, the Imprimis from December, A Rebirth of Liberty and Learning, by Larry Arnn, President.
It offers a great, quick hit comparison between our Founding Fathers and today's deadbeats. And we'll pick up on the fifty yard line when we come back...no telling which direction we will go.
Make it a Good Day, G