THANKFUL FRIDAY

I found an egg that was still warm to the touch and decided to sit on it in hopes that it might hatch. The thing is, I don’t know what kind of animal laid the egg in the first place. Will this hatch out something with feathers or scales or fur? Half of you read that and shook your heads while thinking “Oh, Cindy. Furry things don’t come from eggs.” Duck billed platypus. They’re the only mammals that lay eggs and freshly hatched babies are called puggles. How freaking adorable is that? I sure hope this egg is holding a puggle. It is more than likely that there is nothing viable inside this egg, but I’m staying on it anyway. It’s either going to start stinking, at which point I will get up and walk away or it’s going to hatch. Then I will be left to figure out how I’m going to raise whatever creature hatches. Maybe it’s a dragon! Maybe it’s a puggle with wings like a dragon.

It’s almost just as fun imaging what might be inside the egg.

Making the decision to sit on this egg was an impulsive one. The other day, I saw an add for tethered hot-air balloon rides and I immediately, without pausing, bought myself a ticket. I didn’t even think of buying two tickets. I knew Michael would not be interested. Heights are not his thing. Particularly being in a basket that is being lifted by a giant balloon is not his thing. I sent a text to Michael telling him what I had done and he replied that we had the kid this weekend. So I scrambled to get a second a ticket, but they had already sold out. Even though I have been waiting forty four years to ride in a hot-air balloon, I was willing to give my ticket to the Cabbage. As it turns out there was a schedule change. We don’t have the Cabbage and I am riding that balloon. Michael said he wouldn’t have let me give the ticket to the Cabbage anyway.

Both of these impulsive decisions are direct results from feeling my heart explode with a resounding “YES!” Roze told me recently that I am on the bus. She said to just stay on the bus. Now, I am all for a good touristy bus ride around a new city to get my bearings, but this bus ride is not one for tourists. It’s fast and furious and bumpy with a little bit of clutching hold of the seat for dear life. I almost want off the bus, but the thrill seeker in me is all “No…Roze is right. I need to stay on the bus.” So here I am making impulsive decisions and on the bus with my egg that may be filled with unfertilized goo or a puggle with dragon wings. And IT’S FREAKIN’ TERRIFYING! But also exhilarating.

It feels vaguely familiar. Like the difference between just existing and really living. That whole really living thing is something that I’ve either been forcing myself to do or not doing at all. It is a pre-loss feeling. I feel like I am leaning into the person I used to be. That right there is something I can truly be grateful for this week.