#SOCS for 7/15/17~ Opposite of a Book Review

Once again, here are the Rules and the ping back

I’m late, I’m late for a very important date. ¬†#SoCS was yesterday 7/15/17 but I was in travel mode. ¬†I was intrigued by the prompt and I am proceeding away anyway … a day late and a dollar short or better late than never.

Currently I am reading Luckiest Girl Alive by Jessica Knoll. ¬†As per the prompt, using only the title as inspiration ¬†I think “What’s luck got to do with it?” not to be confused with the classic Tina Turner lyrics:

“What’s love got to do? got to do with it? What’s love? but a second-hand emotion”

I am a little torn apart right now and my stream is flowing dark. ¬†After deciding “who needs a heart when a heart can be broken? I move along. ¬† I am sheltering my heart from breaking by going deeper into denial. ¬†Walking on those proverbial eggshells afraid to say or do anything for fear a sH*t storm will break loose.

Then I remember the scene from Terms of Endearment when Debra Winger/Emma Horton has to tell her sons that she is dying.  She gets all made up for the visit.  Nervous and solemn.  She says what she has to say mainly

I KNOW THAT YOU LOVE ME!

After they leave she reflects on how well their talk went, not as bad as she expected … which is universally true. ¬†In my case at least. ¬†I build things up in my head as worst case scenario to protect myself and inevitably¬†things are never as bad as I make them out to be.

Back to lucky. ¬†Being struck by lightning and living to tell the tale. ¬†Like¬†the lightning storm from last night. ¬†True event. ¬†Pony and Wise’s apartment building was struck by lightning yesterday evening. ¬†They are first floor tenants and fortunately no damage to their specific unit however there was enough electricity in the airwaves to make their hair to stand on end. ¬†Crazy but true. ¬†They were momentarily electrified.

Which might be why as I continue thinking, the only words that come to mind are from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:

“Once there was a girl, who had a little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead,

When she was good, she was very, very good

But when she was bad, she was horrid”

I told you my stream was flowing dark. ¬†In between fits of crying spells and pit of my stomach worry, I power on … the good, very good, bad, horrid, AND luckiest girl alive.

As always more to come.

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