I’ve written before about my relationship with May. I love it for all it’s taught me, through the best of times and the worst… until it’s no longer possible to take this month for granted, or not acknowledge it in some way.
This year I’d like to celebrate May by saying yes.
I’ve decided to play that game where you open up to things that normally cause much consternation followed by umm, I don’t think so, thanks, and a hasty retreat to the cave.
In this game there’s no thinking allowed.
Merely, yeses. (In response to requests within reason, I might add; I mean, there have to be some rules because I can tell you right now that I am NOT going to accept an invite to go to, say, Mars. No matter how great the in-flight movie is or who’s paying. It’s just not my thing.)
Ah, but, you see? There I go again, talking about my thing. And as much as I adore my thing and am already looking forward to climbing back into its perfectly shaped embrace… for one month, I will not give it priority.
I will be open to whatever is on the other side of no.
In fact I’ve already begun. Instead of pretending my ankle isn’t sprained and that it will miraculously heal on its own even though it’s only gotten worse in the past couple of weeks, I said yes to seeing someone who knows about these things.
It’s almost like the possibilities are truly endless…
So off I go, with a limp in my step and a yes on my lips.
(Is it just me or is weirdly bright outside the cave?)
Will keep you posted via smoke signals.
Or carrier pigeon.