Nocturnal Wenchy

Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said. “One can’t believe impossible things.” “I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it half an hour a day. Why, sometimes, I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”–Lewis Carroll

Within each person – an indefinate amount of possibility.

Last night while we sat in the ‘man cave’ (My husband who has been a smoker since 14 and I kindly came to the agreement that when we move into our new home he would only smoke in the ‘man cave’ basically a second, very informal lounge and outside off course – which I know is a huge sacrifice for him.) I asked Noid if he ever dreamed *this* would be him.

He was a teacher for many years, then a deputy-principal – we all know teachers are not paid what they are worth. From where I can see, in his previous life, he lived a decent life with a nice middle class home, lacking nothing with a pretty wife and kids in tact. Well, the family pictures are very nice. 

Now, he is a magnet of success it appears. He has the Midas touch as far as I am concerned in business and turns deals into gold. He is driven, enthusiastic and has upgraded on the wife (ha-ha) and acquired loads more children, a bigger house and a car to transport the dozens of children.

My husband motivates, inspires for a living. He gets paid to lead a team to push themselves to deliver their best. While perhaps the motivation and inspiration is part of his genetic make-up, he admitted he never dreamed this big. Immediate reality sometimes hold us back and we work within the framework of what we know and have.

As for me? I’m the fairy princess type who wanted the knight with the big sword (pun intended), who looks after me and to have many children. I dreampt of a yellow house with a green roof, a stoep, wooden floors and pressed ceilings and am surprised how easily I transformed in what I call “contemporary Dainfern, acrylic nails and brazilian waxes and blow outs“. I love the house we live in, the life we lead but mostly I love the feeling that anything and everything is possible – and for that I am thankful. I know what how it fees to be without hope.

During my last divorce parts of me completely died. I could see no futher than just getting through the day, I saw no future – just an uphill battle and struggle…. Meeting Noid let me dream again, even when we had broken up for a while, the awakening remained, I knew I was so much more than I had thought. I am thankful.

Each of us has a story to tell, we decide how possible and real that story is for our lives, if we want to grasp the great adventure that lies before us and ultimately gamble safety.

I say spin the wheel.