I take the English Language Seriously.  I mean… it IS my second language, after all.  But as such… there are certain words which I am suspicious of.  Here are just a few.

Fracking.  It sounds a lot like Freaking, and Frigging… which are all aliases for you know WTF.

So when something has a name like that… it makes you wonder just how good it can be.

Take Snidely Whiplash for instance.  Classic Villian.  The name…. in itself gives your reason to be suspect.  He wasn’t called Charlie Goodtime.  And for good reason.  Anyone who straps innocent people to train tracks…. wellllll…. they are all Fracked Up.

Another is an ENTIRE class of words.  The ones that have one spelling… but two different meanings.  Homographs.  You know…. Like lead, close, wind, bank.  “Those cows can feel the wind.  How did they wind up down there on that bank of grass.  I bet one of them banked into the leader.  That cow is as heavy as lead.  It would have been a close call otherwise.  And with that… I will close this line of thought.”

Now here is an unconventional word of question.  But it always makes me hesitate…. Just a pinchy bit.   Every time a thing or person is referred to as “promising” it makes me…. apprehensive.  Because “the whoever” or “the whatever” always seems to fall short once it is labeled as promising.  “That Wile E. Coyotes’s chances of catching that there Roadrunner are promising.”  It is like a curse… or something.  ACME to the rescue.  It always bombs.

Close to “promising” is more than a word… it is a phrase.  It makes me cringe.   When someone says… “You can count on it.”  Hmmmmm.  Well, I have learned that the only thing I can count on is my 10 fingers and 10 toes.  Everything else is subject to change…  and THAT you really CAN count on.

Our future’s are unknown.  We can hope.  Prepare for. Predict.  But we can not know for sure.

So much of this life is filled with the unknown.  And darn it.  I am one of those gals who like to know.  I like to have it all “figured out.”  But alas.

I can only hope that I will find a way to give more trust to the universe. I will try my best to stop straining to know what I don’t know.  To see what I can’t see.  To understand what I don’t yet understand.

For life is more about the moment before us.  The present moment we are in.  That is simply called BEING …. And I will have to trust that “not knowing” will be okay.  It will have to be.

But it makes me fracking crazy.  I can count on it.

 “The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under his feet.” – James Oppenheim