The Art of racing in the rain

To keep my mind off of life I have been doing a lot of reading. I used to read all the time. My family used to get upset with me because when we would go out to dinner or do any family activity I would have a large book shoved in my face and refuse to converse. When I am in a book I am IN a book. It's my way of traveling without leaving the farm. I was reading "The Art of Racing in the Rain" by Garth Stein. I'm not going to reveal anything about this book except that I thought it was wonderful. Very refreshing. But there was one part of this book that truly stuck out to me. It is the main character, Enzo (who is a dog), who is speaking about race car driving. Intrigued? I hope so.

Enzo says, "Ideally, a driver is a master of all the is around him, Denny says. Ideally, a driver controls the car so completely that he corrects a spin before it happens, he anticipates all possibilities. But we don't live in an ideal world. in out world, surprises sometimes happen, mistakes happen, incidents with other drivers happen, and a driver must react."

 I know this feeling all too well. Trying to be proactive. Planning ahead to avoid any complications and it's people like this, like me, that take "surprises," "accidents," and "mistakes" the hardest. There are so many things in my life I was not ready for. I must have been blinded by the sun because I saw none of this coming.Yet, Enzo continues...

"Alas! Our driver is not where he had hoped to be! Yet he is still in control of his car. He is still able to act in a positive manner. He still can create an ending to his story in which he completes the race without incident. And perhaps, if his manifesting is good, he will win."

Though I wasn't prepared, I still have a chance to finish my race here, to create an ending to my story. I will be honest. I wanted to rush my ending. I wanted it now, I wanted to be finished with my race. I was out of steam. Yet this charming, wise dog, a character in a book, laid it out for me. I am not where I thought I was going to be, but I can still regain control and finish the race. And I can win.

Tell me about dreams BFG

"Oh please tell me!" Sophie said. "I will understand! Go on! Tell me how you collect dreams! Tell me everything!"

The BFG settled himself comfortably in his chair and crossed his legs. "Dreams," he said, "is very mysterious things. They is floating around in the air like little wispy-misty bubbles. And all the time they is searching for sleeping people."

"Can you see them?" Sophie asked.

"Never at first."

"Then how do you catch them if you can't see them?" Sophie asked.

"Ah-ha," said the BFG. "Now is getting on to the dark and dusky secrets."

"I won't tell a soul."


I can't hear these dreams as they go whiffling through the night air making a tiny little buzzing-humming noise. It's a buzzing-hum so silvery soft "human beans" can't possibly hear it. But I'm gonna catch one. I'm gonna catch one of these golden dreams.

We're just a bunch of good kids who just hate to say goodbye

The only good thing about saying goodbye is that it opens up another moment to say "hello." Each time we say goodbye it hurts, but have you ever thought about what goodbye means? It's good and bye shoved together to make one word. So we have good, which means joy, happiness, pleasure, puppies, flowers, nights under the stars, whatever you consider good. And then we have the simple truth, bye. I must leave you for now. It's knowing that evening though you must bid farewell, it is good. You are saying, have good travels while we are apart! Go do amazing things so when we do see each other again, it will be even better than this.
We must work every day through the pain. The pain of sometimes feeling alone, but it's only momentary in the grand scheme of life on Earth. The pain breaks my heart, but when I am reunited with the people/ person I love, that feeling is irreplaceable. I wouldn't ever consider taking the easy way, because the hard way makes it that much more worthwhile.