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Can you feel it? There’s an energy pulsing through the air. It’s palpable. It’s electrifying. It’s so strong I can feel it coursing through every pore of my being.
A couple of days ago, I stopped into our local financial institution to do a bit of banking, and since there were no other customers waiting in line, I took a little extra time to chat with the friendly teller. The course of our discussion took us down the path of musing about change and how open to it people are. About 35 years my junior, I was surprised when Sam told me she did not like change at all. “I like to know what I’m doing when, where I’ll be tomorrow,” she remarked. I remember being her age, and being very open to change. Don’t get me wrong. There is something comforting about the steadfast day-to-day goings-on, but change can open whole new worlds to a person, give one the chance to explore the previously unknown frontier. Different strokes for different folks, of course, but that didn’t stop me from smiling to myself as I left the bank, shaking my head pondering what Sam could be missing by wanting to keep her feet firmly planted in her own yard.
There’s something to be said for building something with your own two hands. Usually, there are trials and tribulations that crop up along the way, but that’s neither here nor there. When that last nail is pounded into place, when that last screw experiences its final turn, when that last dab of paint is applied, you can breathe a sigh of relief, step back to admire your work, and even go as far as to pat yourself on the back for a job well done [even if you’ve had to start over a time or two 😉 ]. That can describe Greenfield, Wisconsin’s Steve Schmidt. Well, sort of.
Have you ever found yourself in a particular place or situation, going about your business, and suddenly pulled yourself up short, coming to the conclusion that you have experienced that exact place or situation before – knowing as sure as you’re standing there that you never have been in that place or situation? I have found myself in such situations – more often than I care to admit – and, at the very least, I find them unsettling. An eerie feeling comes over me, and while I do my best to shake off such unwelcome sensations, I can’t help but consider George Lucas was on to something when he worked Force dreams into the Jedi’s abilities. Dreams – they’re pretty powerful stuff!
Eras. They have their beginnings. They have their endings. History marks them. And while we mere humans passing through time are but specks on the timeline of history, our own lives are marked with the beginnings and endings of our own personal eras. Recently, I witnessed the end of an era in my own family. And, if I’m going to be perfectly honest, I am not sure how I feel about it.
Two weeks to the day after seeing it ourselves, my husband, Tom, and I finally got to see “Rogue One” with our two daughters who came home for the holidays. Neither one of them had seen the newest chapter in Star Wars lore as of yet, and Tom and I were waiting with bated breath for them to see it – especially this past week since the two of us could not talk about the movie at all if there was even the smidgeon of a possibility that either of the girls were within ear shot [our ‘eagle-eared’ daughters can hear just about anything from any corner of the house, we learned long, long ago]. Best to err on the side of caution, and not say one word. In all fairness to the girls, Tom and I each were ‘allowed’ to utter one word in regard to “Rogue One” – we could answer “yes” or “no” to the query, “Did you like it?” after seeing it opening night [December 15]. We embellished our answers by giving a thumb’s up signal. They allowed that. 😉
Think I’m referring to the last few hours before “Rogue One: A Star Wars Story” opens in theaters nationwide? Although I am exponentially excited about that, no, I am not talking about trying to make it through the last hours before my husband and I leave for the theater. I’m talking about another big event that occurs this month – Christmas! But before I get into the meat of this post, do you mind if I preface it with a few facts about myself?
Do you remember the thrill you got when word came down the pike that tickets for each of the Star Wars Prequels were going on sale? Admittedly, that sense of excitement probably was a lot like – or the same – feeling you experienced when you heard about tickets for last year’s “The Force Awakens” going on sale, as well as this year’s “Rogue One: A Star Wars Story”. If you were like me, you were – and are – soaring high on Cloud Nine!
Think back. [Maybe you don’t have to think back too far. lol] Remember when you were little [or not so little], and your birthday, Christmas or another gift-giving holiday was drawing nigh, and the anticipation of what present[s] you might receive was making you feel all a-twitter? If presents were under a tinsel-laden tree or stacked on a table, could you resist the urge to slink over to them, give one or two [or all 😉 ] a shake to see if you could deem what surprise was hidden beneath the colorful wrapping paper?