My Muppet

My Muppet, also known previously in this blog as Cynthea's son, is an enigma. He is one of the most gentle souls I have ever had the honor of knowing. And that's him, there on the right of this post. He's my 24-year-old-rocker-porn-store-manager-best-guy-friend. If you've clicked on the link to The Glamourous StuntCocks, that's his band, eventhough he's not on there yet.

So, why am I writing about him? Because he has been strong enough and brave enough to do what is right, even when that is hard. Make that HARD. Make that scary. Make that HARDSCARYHARD. Don't misunderstand, the relief outweighs the pain. I've heard it in his voice and I've seen it in his eyes and the change in his shoulders. He's not stooped any more. And yet...

We've all been there. You stand at a crossroad, knowing what you want and knowing how to get it and knowing what you must release to get there. And you stand... And you rethink and double-guess and hem and haw and wonder. Because letting go is scary. Moving on is frightening. Leaving our comfort zones and jumping into the void takes so much courage and faith. And this 24-year-old-rocker-porn-store-manager has spent the last year jumping...and jumping...and jumping. Oh yeah, and jumping.

I was once given a wonderful quote. I have no idea where it comes from orginally: When you come to the edge of all the light you know, And are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, Faith is knowing one of two things will happen ~ There will be something solid to stand on Or you will be taught how to fly.

When it comes time for it, I hope that I have the Faith and trust he has shown over the course of this last year. When you are your crossroad, may you have the faith and trust of the Muppet. We could all do a hell of a lot worse.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee (until the Muppet is a bazillionaire and then he'll buy it for all of us!).