Tuesday, February 26, 2008

working the Plan

a flock of diarrhetic pigeons would've gone over with more enthusiasm than the presentation of our Plan to elissa. with all the petulance of the 8 year old that she is emotionally, elissa greeted our proposal with sneers and snide impatience.

i could have a new car, she declared. i could have a job, i could take classes... i just don't want to.

why not? i asked, genuininely bewildered.

are we making you uncomfortable? asked Beloved.

i could see that we were. but growth IS uncomfortable, growth IS painful. growth DOES take you beyond the boundaries of where you are comfortable. that, after all, is the point.

but despite the apparent dismissal, something may have clicked. we woke up this morning to a note from elissa (who came in at the quite reasonable hour of nine pm after disappearing all day) that she has a job interview this morning at 830. we have no idea what kind of job, or where, or anything else, but she did ask to be awakened by 730 if she's not up already.

a few weeks ago, i purchased an extra bottle of rescue remedy that i didn't really need and left it, unopened, in the packaging, on my desk. try this, i said to elissa, after Beloved left. it might help, and it can't hurt.

maybe it helped.

and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.


My name is Stacie. said...

i hope it works!

Walk in the Woods said...

I already commented on the other blog . . . which leads me to ask: When it comes to blog comments, do you have a preference for here or there?