I have missed so many days, but this challenge is important to me.  So, I will catch up here on the last five days, and post a new post for today’s topic later.

A story about me from a neighbor’s perspective:  I’m a horrible lawn mower, my lines are crooked and I look awkward pushing that thing around, but I’m tenacious and get both yards done no matter how long it takes.

Could I live without the internet?  Silly question, of course I could, but I would hope to be enterprising enough to find new ways of enriching my life and getting access to all sorts of cultural information (wonder if TMZ would consider newsprint?)

When teleportation is finally possible…  there will be no country I haven’t seen, and my passport will be full of stamps.  First stop, a visit back to where I left my heart:  Ireland.  I plan to drink plenty of warm Guinness.

Describe the one that got away:  I don’t think I have one that ‘got away.’  I loved one too much to let him go, and it took me years to do so, even years after he’d broken my heart.  I loved a second one too much to not let him go… and away he flew like the most beautiful bird I’d ever seen.  And there was a third that should have known I loved him, but I wasn’t great at letting feelings out then…  could that be descriptive of a fish?  Not sure.

Lastly, to describe a worst teacher is impossible.  They have all taught me something, even if it didn’t have anything to do with education.  This includes my first English professor who told my entire class very dramatically:  “You are all failures.  You are going nowhere.”  What could I possibly learn from him?  I learned that book learning doesn’t always make you smart… and definitely doesn’t have anything to do with how kind you can (and should) be.


What an odd question.  If I could have any job in the world, what would it be?  I am so uneducated as to how many and what types of jobs there are out there, that it seems silly to arbitrarily choose something I may have heard of once.

Having said that, I can tell you an industry I would like to explore more in depth to be able to contemplate what job I might wish for.  The industry I am fascinated by is film.  I would love to go to film school and try my hand at editing (film and sound), cinematography, directing and writing.  I would love to spend my days learning about the mechanics of film day in and day out.  If I could watch 3 movies a day, I would…  but only if I got the chance to have intelligent discussions following each one.  I would love to analyze to death the themes, metaphors and meanings of each piece of art.

I’m sure this is going to come as a huge surprise to those who know me best.

If by optimistic one means hopeful, yes, that’s what I am.  If one means ‘happy,’ I am not always.

That’s really all I have to say on that, so let me offer some thoughts from Viktor Frankl: Tragic Optimism is to: turn suffering into achievement, derive from guilt an opportunity to better oneself, and derive from life’s transitoriness incentive to take responsible action.

He goes on to say in his book Man’s Search for Meaning, “What man actually needs is not a tensionless state, but rather the striving and struggling for a worthwhile goal, a freely chosen task.”

Yes, I am an optimist. I am hopeful that I can always see the balance, always find a goal, always stay the course.

I’m not finding a lot of time to post these days. Most of the time I’m posting while I shush a three year old to sleep… these last couple of days I’ve nodded off next to him. So, in the name of efficiency, I’m wrapping the last three days’ worth of posts into one… and I’m threading them all together.

What drives me crazy? Reality shows. I can’t stand them. So what would my reality show be? I wouldn’t have one. If somebody forced me to under pain of taking all my books away, my show would be about inspiring people to do great things. And the ‘great’ would be defined by them. I’ve had an idea since I’ve been thinking this over, and a little web series is brewing in my mind… inspiring people to follow their bliss, shoot for the stars, and try something new.

So what technology couldn’t I live without? The internet. The access it gives me to friends, family and art and culture from all over the world is priceless. Which technology do I wish would disappear?  The internet.

I wonder often what I would get done if I didn’t feel I had to check my feeds every five minutes.

I had such a lovely time with friends and family tonight. I was so proud to have done something big, and felt so lucky to have been given the chance to make one of my dreams come true- seeing my writing in glossy print.

As much fun as it was to live tonight, I don’t think I want to live here forever. To watch life move and change and pass me by would be tough. I guess this question has many variables because I sit here thinking to live forever might be alright if someone got to stay with me or if I stayed young and pretty forever. And then I wonder if we are supposing when we die that we went on to heaven… because I’d really like to check that out.

I’d need a few more parameters to answer thoroughly.

I’m self-imposing a rule to this postaday prompt.  It can’t be a mix tape.  Truthfully, that would be my best bet because I prefer to switch it up with each song… but if I had to bring just one ‘album’ that would be much tougher.

Though my heart beats to the rhythm of their music, I wouldn’t bring Blue October.  I’m afraid some of the angrier songs would stress me out at night on the island.

And yes, I am a Fanilow… (I apparently suffer from some split personality)  but I think the moody songs would depress me as I sat alone in the romantic setting of a deserted island.

NKOTB is a distinct possibility, but only if it was their anthology and included all 5 (or 6?) of their albums…  and DIDN’T include any collaboration with BSB.

I think I’ve got it.

Sinatra, baby.  Just enough of everything…  love, innuendo, heartache and happiness.  And above all… an anthem that I could shout insanely from the tops of the coconut trees:

“For what is a man what has he got
If not himself then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.”

I’m exhausted physically and exhausted by social media tonight. But I promised to see this postaday through and I shall!

I think picking the three funniest people in the world is tough. I only have celebrity/comedians to go by. I used to adore Jeff Foxworthy and Bill Cosby. I love Steve Carrell and Ellen Degeneres. Eddie Izzard is a new one for me, though he’s old for everyone else. I love listening to people who have a different way of looking at situations that have been looked at ad nauseum. Seeing a witty twist in the mundane. Pointing out the humor that’s always there if you look. The person that can word play is heroic to me.

To that end, three funny people I know: my dad, my brother Norm and my sister Kim. Examples will have to follow at a later time.

I really don’t think there is such a thing as a perfect day, Sunday or otherwise. Yet any day in which serendipity or synchronicity is experienced would come pretty close. Serendipity may be beyond my control, but how might I infuse a little of the other? By pursuing activities I love- seeing a classic or new film. Reading a book without interruption. Sitting in silence. Holding the hands of my daughter and son. Watching a football game with a rowdy crowd while drinking beer. Smiling with a friend. Crying with a friend. Walking. Running. Breathing. Balance.

The sound that I love more than anything in the world is the sound of the ocean. Whether I’m on the beach or in the water, I love the sound of the waves. Each break tells a story- each one brings with it conversations from the deep. I can stare at the water for hours… listening to secrets that few will wait for.

I can remember standing at the top of the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland, in the pitch black and cold. I felt frightened until I caught sound of the sea… and peace washed over me.

What sound would I love to hear? I’d love to hear a whale breach next to me, or singing its whale song out of joy.

First, an observation:  if you want a lot of hits on your blog, use the word ‘naked’ in the title.  I’d never gotten as many views as I got on my “Elephants are Naked” piece yesterday.  On to the postaday…

In answering the question of “the definition of friend,” I’m going to sound very Rumi anyway, so I might as well just quote him.  “You honor my soul.”    To me, that is what a friend is, no matter if I have been with the person for years or just met them.  To me, a relationship isn’t about giving and receiving.  I feel most at home with someone and truly feel you are a friend when (and this will sound very ‘Avatar,’ I grant you) you see me and acknowledge me…  and in return I see you back and honor all that you are and all I sense you want to become.

To be a better friend this year?  I hope to soothe illnesses with chicken soup that I make and deliver.  I hope to ease heartaches by being available and present in whatever way and form I can.  I will let people know they are seen by making the effort to pop up unexpectedly in their mailboxes with glad tidings of soul-honoring.

“Our friendship is made of being awake.” (Rumi, The Waterwheel)