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Yay! Finally . . .

I moved from thinking to doing. And guess what happened . . .

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Dreaming to be or I am . . .

I didn’t really dream about being a wife when I was a child per say, I just kinda figured I would be.  That role would be mine without question.  This isn’t to say that when I was an adult and dating Mr. Lindsay, I wasn’t dreaming (specifically) of I do’s, proposals, and saying Courtney Lindsay out loud to see how it would sound, etc.,  Lol!  But since 4 or 5, I’ve dreamed of being an actress.  And about a year ago, I discovered a funny error in that.

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Draw the Line

Remember when Rufio in the movie, “Hook,” drew the line between those who believed Peter Pan (Robin Williams) was Pan, and those who didn’t believe he was.  Choices were made (even with doubts), and there wasn’t an in-between.  Certain things, habits, people, etc., belong in certain spaces and/or times.  I had been allowing my day job (the school) to cross the line into other specified time.

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Entertain me . . .

I’m in the car quite a bit. . . and if you don’t know much about LA traffic let me explain.  We’re in the car…a lot…and if it’s peak time 12 miles can take you 45 – 60 minutes, or longer if there’s wrecks, lights out, or rain.  I’m not complaining, I choose to live here, and traffic is part of it.  Besides, I like to use that time in the car . . .

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It’s Possible

When I was little, I had dreams of being in the olympics, you should’ve seen my landing, arch back, and bow to the judges.  My Dad even took the swings off of our swing set so I could practice.  In that gymnastics gym, I learned two life lessons from not being allowed to say the word “can’t,” and from falling off the high beam.

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The Price of Gas

She’ll be coming around the mountain when she comes, she’ll be coming around the mountain when she comes . . . Guys, I have a confession, and it’s going to sound pretty silly and absent minded.  Bear with me, and yep that’s proper grammar, and not in reference to an actual bear like Yogi, who knew?  Thanks google.

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Idealist Realist

Is it that the idealist dreams, and always hopes for more,

And that the realist accepts things as they are, and continually moves forward?

Now of the two, which is living?

One chasing, one settling, both could be depressing without contentment.

Which is the way to live?

Can one be a realist in a constantly changing reality?

Can one be an idealist in an obviously flawed reality?

If an idealist means one who is hopeful about reality,

then I am an idealist.

If a realist is one who accepts reality and sees the possibility of change,

then I am a realist.

Or perhaps I need not the categorization of either terms.

Simply this is who I am, and accept that reality is my perception towards it.

Courtney Lindsay

“Without oxen a stable stays clean, but you need a strong ox for a large harvest.” – Proverbs 14:4 NLT

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven…” – John Milton, Paradise Lost