buckle in with a bit of a grin.

Last night a dear old friend of mine took me to dinner to ask me to be business partners with him. He has a grand idea and wants me to join in what would be a huuuuge commitment of time (we're talking - years), work, emotion, and energy. It was incredibly unexpected and humorous. I still don't quite believe that he is serious or that this could really happen.

Our conversation made me proud of him, that he is dreaming and acting on those dreams. It reminded me of an old poem I read forever ago and after scouring the wonder of the internet I found it-

It Couldn’t Be Done

By Edgar Albert Guest

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it!

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it;”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

So that's what's on my mind today. That and the dwindling supply of Dayquil that has been keeping me (barely) afloat as of late. 4 more doses and my immune system is on its own. Uh oh.

walk slow. xoxo