It’s a short video, just over a minute, but well worth watching. I figured I would do one more blog post before I am locked up for 6 weeks. Happily so, by the way. I feel nothing but hope. Hope for myself, naturally, but hope for the help I can give others during the process and, more importantly, afterwards.
Y’all know I love lions – kings of the jungle baby. Look at this poor mama, with her baby hanging on for dear life down below. She’s feeling hopeless as she stares at her pride and asks, “What do I do?”
The pride members all came over and assessed the situation, but it seemed too dang daunting to try to rescue the scared li’l lion cub. Seemed downright impossible. But for momma lioness, impossible is nothing.
She was on a mission.
She risked life and limb to rescue her cherub and headed back up the steep embankment, clenching her baby ‘tween her teeth by the scruff of the neck.
Impossible is nothing and nothing is impossible. I spent a few hours today watching motivational videos, like the Miracle on Ice video when the USA hockey team beat the Russians and took gold in the 1980 Winter Olympics.
Or when Boston College’s QB Doug Flutie threw that Hail Flutie pass against Miami with 6 seconds left in the game and Gerard Phelan caught it in the end zone.
Oh, and white men can’t jump … oh really? Check out my favorite athlete while I was growing up …Larry Bird.
So … why am I on this impossible is nothing kick? It’s kind of a joke. I had my last appointment with my totally down-to-earth and amazing counselor before I get locked up. He made a copy of the record he’d kept since he started seeing me (like 3 visits ago). He gave that copy to me to take to rehab but asked me to read it over in case there was anything in there I didn’t want the rehab folks to know. Heck I don’t have any secrets, but I read it over and found this: “…reports mood swings and depression, periods of high energy, racing thoughts, difficulty concentrating, and grandiose, stating she is gonna be famous.”
GRANDIOSE?! After I read that, I slapped my hand down on the arm rest of my chair and said, “But I AM gonna be famous … just keep watching Good Morning America … no, no no, I’m not Batshit crazy … it’s gonna happen … for REALZIE!!!”
I reckon I simply solidified my diagnosis as bipolar. Oh welz.
That’s it … if anyone wants to write me, even you haters, I will be at Swain Recovery Center, Attn: Jennifer Leandro, 932 Old US 70, Black Mountain, NC 28711. Would love to hear from each and every one of you.
See you around Turkey day hopefully.