Float or Paddle?

I always thought my life would be a little bit more profound than this.

This would be the time my grandmother might say something like this:

"You know Mary Anne Radmacher once said, 'Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.” and it would resonate within my soul. I'd leave the conversation thinking maybe all is fair and just in this world.

But the truth of the matter is, this time, I am actually really bored. I know that bored people are only boring souls - and maybe it's not that I am bored, but rather unchallenged. In fact, bored is the wrong word all together - I always have things to do to keep me busy, but I've done these things year in and year out. I'm feeding my soul Kraft Dinner, if you will.

Tonight my response to her might be:

"Time is running out, Grandma." Because, it is.

Some days you wake up feeling good about the life you've created, and others you think back and wonder at which point in life you allowed your flame die out? When it happens, it's a startling realization.

I've come to a really big fork in life: float, or paddle. 'Courage doesn't always roar.' or 'I will try again tomorrow.'