do what I wouldn't: the challenge

I recently sent cut-copy-paste messages to a number of my girlfriends, begging them to forgive me for having lulled them to a chain e-mail spell. Like a well-meaning Pied Piper von Facebook, I quickly picked fifteen women who would be creeped out by such correspondence but knowing that I have a knack for oddities, should excuse me. I  set out without thinking twice. I was not my cynical self. For once. I was not dismissive. With a straight face and a heart in place, I blew the dandelion puffs of love and prosperity across the internet.

 Day 1 - you will wake up to the biggest shock of your life.
Day 2 - you will cross paths with an old friend you have missed. Day 3 - you will find yourself with a lot of money. Day 4 - your day will be perfect. Day 5 - the love of your life will kiss you.

I am onto day three and can't wait to toss some cash in the air like Donald Duck. Donald Trump. Donald Sutherland in 'Fierce People'. The most pat-myself on-the-back side effect of my newly acquired 'do it! damn it!' talent is that it called to action the 'fancy a challenge?' hot bartender leaning against my mind. Why, yes! I love a good old challenge. Spreading my boobs on the counter, I smile back.

It's the challenge of doing otherwise. Can I do what I would not habitually do? Am I game to watch a rom-com? Bring it on. Celine Dion? Hell, yeah! Patience? Can I practice patience? Discipline and self motivation? Act on creative impulses instead of procrastination? Can I stop the nagging voice in my ears that I don't do, I can't do, it's the fault of such and such, of course, had the circumstances been more favourable… Can I leave aside my most cherished excuses?

December is the month I dread. I've said it like a mantra for years. Can I take on December? Here goes a little exercise for myself: every single day of December I will write on this blog. Small stuff. I ain't gonna scare myself by hoping words of wisdom or a new year's resolution style benevolent recap. Powdering my nose, pulling down my mini skirt as I fake nonchalant ease on high heels… is more like it. I want a sweeter than thou cocktail with an assortment of fruits, mini umbrella and a sparkler. I'll do it the clumsy way.



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