Possibility

My dad and I love mail. We used to race each other home in the afternoons, smile at each other challengingly, and then simultaneously sprint in the direction of the mailbox. Growing up I used to check out the front window throughout the day waiting for the little red flag on the side of the mailbox to be dropped down, symbolizing that the mail had arrived. Of course, as soon as I got the mail, there was always the slight letdown that the majority of it was bills or advertisements or Newsweek magazine. It was the possibility of getting mail that made me so giddy. Whether it was a letter from a pen pal or an American Girl magazine, that possibility made mail so enticing to me and it was why I raced my dad every day to get to the mailbox first.


Girls, you know all about possibility. As little girls we dream about what our weddings are going to be like. We have the flowers, the perfect dress, and even a thought as to what the groom might be like by the time we are twelve years old. We hear a song on the radio and we say, "Oh this has to be my first dance song when I get married." It is this possibility of getting married and having that dream wedding that excites us. And we never really let go of that hope that possibly there will be a day as wonderful as what we've imagined.

Pinterest, my newest favorite obsession, is just another possibility-filled experience. The website makes me dream about where I'll live next year when I become a "real person". I dream about the possibility of having a nautical themed den with a mix of cool colors-- where turquoise meets navy meets accents of white. Or the shabby chic (and clever) crafts that I hope to do to make my apartment my own. The red velvet cheesecake brownies that will make my home smell warm and inviting.

My friend Alison and I tried this recipe

Possibility happens everyday. When I woke up this morning, the weather forecast said that it was going to be pouring down rain. Instead it was beautiful and not once did the sky threaten me. So my camera and I went on a bit of an adventure around the Chapel Hill countryside. My camera forces me to see possibility-- like in an old run-down barn that with some  a lot of help has the possibility of looking beautiful once more.




While the job process has been frustrating and discouraging, I am still driven by the possibility of what my next year could be like. I might be in NC. I might be in Timbuktu. I have absolutely not a clue and while that's devastatingly stressful and scary, it's also hopeful and encouraging that there will be many possible adventures to look forward to. New places to make my own.





































I hope that you never lose that sense of possibility because it's such a driving force. Filled with excitement. We never know what our futures might hold-- whether we'll get a piece of mail or whether our weddings will be just the way we've imagined or whether our dream job is just around the corner. For if we knew something in life were guaranteed, we'd stop trying and our lives would lack the magic that we so deeply need to get us through.

See this bike? It was mine. I INSISTED on bringing it to school and because for the last three years I've had no where to put it, it's been outside at various posts. I brought it to my house today for the first time. Brought it in my room. I hope to fix it up so that I can possibly go on a biking trip somewhere near the beach. We'll see.Possibility.

“Without leaps of imagination or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all is a form of planning.” - Gloria Steinem

May your Memorial Day Weekends be full of possibility.

Always,
Carrie