Hold Your Head Up

Here's a thoughtful line I heard in a movie recently: you spend your childhood hearing you can grow up to be anything in life and your adulthood hearing 'that's life'. As if to age is to turn you to stone, to keep you from changing and from shaping the world as you see fit. Why would we ever give up the ability to progress, to dream? I think it goes something like this--you know last week when I talked about the frustration with closing on the house, how Matt and I were waiting for something to happen and in the meantime keeping our heads down and just forging ahead? It's that kind of looking down that keeps us down. Think of how often that happens, think of how many times people are unhappy with their lot and just keep their head down and go with it, hoping things will eventually change. Ever sit on a bench in a busy place and watch people pass? It just struck me now how most of the time the adults walk by with their heads down, focused on a singular thing, while the kids that pass keep their gaze fluid. They look up, they look around. I can't help but think it is the difference of believing in possibility. What if we still believed that anything is possible? Back to the house--things are finally coming together. The day after I posted about it last week we got a call from our realtor and were told that the sellers were finally coming around and were going to do what was necessary in order to close. We're looking at next week for the house to be ours. I don't believe the timing of that news was mere coincidence...