I've been thinking about what it means to instruct, to offer suggestions, and to speak in the imperative mood. My love of verbs means I know they sometimes take the form of commands--imperative forms--that we use to express suggestions or advice. This morning, I used the imperative on myself. Here's what I said:
Reinvent the Course
It's like I'm running, and potholes and roadblocks stop me in my tracks. I think to myself that it's all over. My dreams, my goals, my projects all fall apart with the slightest bit of discouragement. Sewn together in particular ways, my life dreams must take shape exactly as I form them. But pull one thread, and the whole thing unravels.
At that moment with a heap of disaster uncoiled around my ankles, I'm learning to reinvent the course I was on and recalibrate till I'm aligned with what always turns out to be better and a much purer form of what I really wanted all along.
For example, nothing in my life has ever come about in the right place, at the right time, and in the right form. But it always ends up being. . . just right. I met my husband in the wrong place (he was supposed to be in the South), at the wrong time (finishing a Ph.D.--who has time?), and in the wrong form (where was his little poet pony tail and John Lennon spectacles?). But he was just right. Exactly right.
And children? Born in Michigan when my whole family was in Virginia, during my dissertation writing, and a girl instead of boy. But she's just right. Exactly right.
Or moving here in a mad rush to a house I never imagined in any dream. Or to a teaching career that came in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and in the wrong form. It was supposed to be a tenure track job at some Ivy League school. But teaching was the goal and God put it in the right place, at the right time, in the right form.
Finally, my publishing dreams. No book contract, no bestseller. And yet, I learned to reinvent the course. Blogging? And look! 11,000 visitors from 77 different countries or territories. I didn't even know how to make a blog 125 days ago. I wanted to write, and maybe this new course would let me. It seems just right. Exactly right.
Living with flair means I'm not afraid or discouraged when I have to reinvent the course.