so possible

Originally posted: 9.27.2007

For you to see that
maybe you and I could be.

[~Raheem DeVaughn - "Is It Possible"]

 
Sometimes Most of the time, its hard for me to believe the things men (with a romantic interest) tell me.

 
Wait, let me back up for a moment.

Lately, I’ve been trying to embody this art my professor calls,
“Being Present to Being Present”.

Its the process of eliminating past experiences and future expectations from your current thought, and being present to experience the here and now.

Its an unfiltered experience, that doesn’t take into account what happened before, and what you want to (or think will) happen next. Instead of dwelling on things that happened in the past (and can’t be changed), or things that have yet to happen (and may never take place), we should clear our minds and allow ourselves to fully experience what’s going on around us right NOW, at this moment.

As without filters, we are open to creativity and possibility that doesn’t usually exist when our thoughts are clouded by preconceived notions or beliefs.

 
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I mean, totally misplaced it.

Like, you know you had it a minute ago, and all of a sudden it up and disappeared?

 
Happened to me the other day, so I went on a mini-mission to find it. I had to step back and say,
 

“Whoa. Self…you’re acting real dumb right now. Did you lose your mind? Yeah, I thought so. Lemme help you find it, cuz you know better.

You’re a guh-ROWN ass woman. You finna be 30 years old. Da hell are you doing entertaining this BS?”

 
Yeah, had to get real REAL with myself right quick. Snapped me back into shape though. Found my mind (ha! it was right where I left it…go figure), and we’re good. Again.

 
Gonna try and keep up with it so I don’t mess around and lose it. Again.

Ha!

I like how I made back-to-back posts about “game”, neither of which have anything to do with each other.

And I wrote these posts while watching some kind of “game” in action. First it was golf, then it was basketball.

Obvious theme of the day.

Coincidence?

…and I recognize that.

The signs weren’t there before, but they definitely are this time.

Aww, as much as I want to simply “ignore” them…I can’t.

I just can’t this time.

But good luck to ya. I really hope you (I…we…) figure it out.

I’m sitting here watching the men’s PGA Tour, starring Tiger Woods. And I’m on the phone with my grandfather…the avid golf fan, and die-hard Tiger Woods fan.

 
Tiger hits this AMAZING, damn-near, hole-in-1 shot, that pulls him ahead to the number 1 spot (after falling behind days before)…and the crowd erupts, as Papa and I cheer on the phone.

Papa says with glee:

“Look at Tiger go. He got game. He’s a Tiger!”

It was the cutest thing ever. It brings me so much joy to hear the joy in my grandfather’s voice, as he watches his personal hero and virtual prodigy put it DOWN on the golf course. A course that had been dominated by “others” for so long, and has since been taken over by one of “us”.

In all his 76 years, my Papa finally has someone like “him” to cheer for and who brings SO much to the sport he loves, and to sports in general.

Chilling out, with a glass of brandy in hand (true Papa style), Papa can barely control his excitement at watching Tiger Woods come-back and launch himself right back to the top of the ranks, where he belongs. And I can barely control my excitement knowing that Papa is witnessing a dream come true for the next generation, and generations to come.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. My (prospective) sons aren’t doing football and basketball. We’re doing golf.