Ramblings | JUDY L MOHR

Space… The Final Frontier…

Every time a new Star Trek movie comes out, the geek in me is getting incredibly excited. Yes, I am a BIG Star Trek fan. I won't go as far as saying that I dress up like the characters or anything, because I don't, but I love the stories, I'm in love with the characters, and I get excited with the big space battles. But more importantly, I have many fond memories that are all connected to Star Trek.

(And before anyone asks... Although I'd likely be wearing either a red shirt (original series) or a yellow shirt (TNG and later), I'd prefer to be wearing a blue shirt. The red/yellow shirt were always the first to die on away missions.)

Can’t is an evil word… It shouldn’t exist.

The word can't is a word that needs to disappear from people's vocabulary. It's an evil word, on so many levels.

But for me, the word can't is a challenge that my brain subconsciously accepts, for good or bad. If I hear the word can't, my brain goes, "Watch me!"

Most of the time, it's a good thing, because it's not about focusing on limits, but accepting that the solution on how to do something will be made up of strategies that might be a bit oddball. But everything can be done, even if we don't know how. However, there have been times when I heard that horrible little word, and I got myself into big trouble.

"You can't get lost." And it wasn't just a 2-hours drive in the wrong direction. I totaled the boss's car.

Writing helps sooth the savage beast…

The lights go out, but it’s still the season of cheer

Winter was upon them and the chill leaked through the walls and windows. The young girl shivered, wrapping herself in the blankets that her mother had laid across her shoulders. The candlelight flickered across the table. She picked up the paintbrush, yellow on its tip. As carefully as she could, she painted the stuffed solider doll.

Every night that week, she had decorated another ornament for the tree that sat in the corner. Every night, it was only a candle that provided the light to see by. Every night, she beamed with pride with another creation hung.