When I was little, 3rd or 4th grade, I can remember having hours long debates with my dad. He was always one for financial savings and was trying to convince me of the need of a savings account.
Not that I disagreed with the basic idea, but I just couldn’t accept his statement that my money would be safe there.
What if the bank collapsed?
The FDIC?
Um, what if the government collapsed?
What if we woke up tomorrow and money meant nothing?
I can’t accurately convey the tone of voice he used in response, but it was similar to the one he still uses today when I warn him about closing the garage door to stop killers from knowing when he’s home.
(This is just basic safety precautions, people.)
(One day he’ll be murdered and I’ll be too sad to feel vindicated and he’ll have escaped from having to hear I told you so by being dead and even if he hung around as a ghost I know he’d still blow me off my ’cause he’s an incredibly annoying non-believer in completely rational arguments and how unfair is that?)
I’m not recanting my fear of complete governmental collapse or of killers watching me from the bushes.
But for 2013 I’ve decided to choose a word.
You know, like people do throughout the Internet and maybe in real life though that’s not really how I know people so I’ll stick to screen-based hearings.
A word they’ll focus on and try and incorporate into their daily life and maybe meditate to, I’m not sure, I haven’t really researched this thing that much.
I’ve also decided to participate in Ali Edward’s One Little Word class because the idea of choosing a word and then living it seemed non-lazy, so I figured it’d be best to have some guidance.
As I pondered some good word choices – breathe, eat-more-cheese, moxie – I realized that maybe my life would be a teensy bit better if I was a tad more fearless.
So wish me luck.
Or send balloons.
‘Cause there’s nothing more comforting in the face of failure than balloons.
If you didn’t get the fearless reference in the above photo
It’s pie we took into an ice cream shop for Lindsey’s birthday
Like the rebels we are,
Megan
p.s. I didn’t send my dad an I TOLD YOU IT COULD HAPPEN WE’RE ALL LIVING ON THE EDGE e-mail during Iceland’s economic meltdown.
p.p.s. But I really, really wanted to.
If I Start Fighting Crime We Can Officially Call This Plan A Success
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Oooo – I know – the word is Balloon – that is a nice word
Wow! Taking a pie into an eating establishment?! That is brave.
And speaking of balloons: My mom is afraid of balloons. She is just constantly dreading the “POP” that her four children doubtless engineered over and over and over…
Fearless is a pretty intimidating word
I’m going to love watching how it plays out in your life since I would probably describe you as adventurous.
I was going to do the word-for-a-year thing, but then I just started thinking about pizza. Which is technically one word, but probably not what They had in mind.
Still afraid of having ome savings account? I trust your bold face and lazy mind:-) You just got me laughing really. Nice evening.
You took pie into an icecream shop? That is totally fearless. Good luck for the year, my word should probably be budget – hmmm that one has already been blown though.
I hope the class shakes a little of that fear out of ya!
OK…the point at which you had me was the annoyingly calm non-believer dad part. That’s cold, yo. And hard to argue against. {against which to argue? whatever.}
But the point at which I truly, madly, deeply fell for you was the explanation of the pie-in-the-ice-cream-shoppe photo. Because I was all, WTHeck? Until you circled back and explained it.
So thanks for that. I needed it.
And good luck with being fearless. Because as much as I like to think I am, Denny’s still scares the living daylights out of me.
I will look to you for guidance on how to tackle the fearless thing – because I am, it must be said, most definitely not it!
I LOVE the word fearless. Love.
When I was in college, there was this boy (let’s call him Bob because that’s his name) and he let me pick his tattoo and I picked that word to be pin-pricked into his poor poor ankle.
Because duh. That crap is painful and he wanted to go through it so I thought he was fearless.
Obviously.
Also, we might have listened to a lot of Pink Floyd back then. And I definitely was a poetry major. So it’s possible I took myself too seriously.
And I for SURE didn’t eat enough pie then because I was broke.
So.
In short, get going on that crime fighting bravery.
And eat more pie.
Sounds like a great plan for 2013.
I’ll send you balloons if you send me pie… cause that shit looks delish.
I don’t mean to sound all paranoid… but pie… as a percentage of GDP? I mean… is it even at… like… one percent?
DANGEROUS.
There is a student at my school who is so completely terrified of balloons that they aren’t allowed in the school. A hugely irrational phobia that is actually written into their disability plan because the result of being exposed to balloons is pychic meltdown.
So the fact that you want balloons proves your fearlessness.