I made a promise earlier this year that I would write the next post when (if) I got the call. Yes, THE call. The call that would send my head into the clouds, swarming with thoughts that dreams may actually come true.
I nearly broke down a week ago, having given up on that small, oh-so-very minute chance that I may have the opportunity to prove I had what it takes. That I could get that moment in life to see a... Dream. Come. True.
And that leads me back to my blog. Alas, I pushed through that nagging feeling of disappointment and utter failure, undoubtedly because I was distracted by the happiness I have found with my husband, sister, and brother-in-law. That brings me to today, when all thoughts were well away from the clouds and instead embedded in my new obsession called Alias (yeah, you know. The TV show with Jennifer Garner.).
Ring Ring.
"This is Mamta."
"Hi Mamta. This is Sheila from the Astronaut Selection Office. I am calling to see if you are interested in interviewing for a position in our office."
Silence. (Caused by shock)
"YES! Oh my gosh. I can't believe you are calling. I have been imagining this phone call forever and making myself pretend it wouldn't happen."
"Well it's real and happening!"
Whatever the outcome, however the path winds-I will always be able to say "I interviewed to be an astronaut." And that is something with which I can find utter peace.
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