Superpowers

I had this cool dream.

I was a superhero.

I was a Cloud Climber.  That may have even been my superhero name.  Not sure.  No one called me anything in my dream.

I just knew I was a Superhero.  Mainly because someone wanted me to stop this bad guy in a plane.

That's where the dream started.  I was getting details of my mission:  There was this plane with a bad guy in it.  Not sure what he did but I felt pretty sure that many lives hung in the balance between my cunning and skills, and his malicious intentions.

Just Begun: My Granddaddy Scott

When Granddaddy Scott died he spoke to me in a song.

Or that's how it felt anyway.  Truth is, I'd had a song recorded from the radio that I'd been listening to quite a bit.

John Denver sang it and I thought it was pretty.  Before that morning it was a song about romance, but when my grandfather died, it became him telling me that everything was going to be okay.

Captain Obvious ( Or: How I Have to Get Hit in the Head By New Information)

My Life Lessons really need to be very clear.  If only Life would invest in some Skywriting planes, or someone to artfully tag large walls that I will pass regularly with little hints like:

YO!  SUSAN!

PAY ATTENTION!

THIS IS A LESSON YOU MUST LEARN:

 ...and then spell it out.  

And I mean really spell it out.

     I'm such a self-improvement junkie I would totally listen.  It's just that I need very specific marching orders.

Here are a few of the valuable tidbits I'm finally catching onto:

Authentic City

A perfect card to draw for this post!
It's from my deck 'Affirmators!' cards.  (Thanks Kristine!)

You know those old people who'll say anything?

They blurt out the most inappropriate things, share unflattering tidbits about themselves...or you.  Maybe dress in ways that flout the social norms.  (Think Gladys from the Ellen Degeneres show randomly volunteering stuff like:  "Hey honey, I'll tell ya:  I love Jesus, but I drink a little.")  Or the lady at the corner market wearing a ball gown to get groceries.  Or that neighbor who tells people they need to lose a few pounds...

This used to seem very embarrassing to me.  I wondered if they were getting senile or something.  Losing all social skills.  It seemed sad.

But I'm starting to see them as Superheroes.