Well friends, as I prepare for the birth of Bonus Baby, it’s time to simplify life, step back from the Friday Five, and let one of the other capable and creative RevGals take the helm. It’s been a great almost 17 months of co-hosting the F5, but it’s time to say goodbye… so here’s my swan song.
On Endings and Goodbyes:
1. Best ending of a movie/book/TV show
I love the end of Secondhand Lions. There is a sense of fitting completeness.
2. Worst ending of a movie/book/TV show
Hamlet (specifically, the movie version with Mel Gibson). Truthfully, I had never read Hamlet. I had never seen any version of Hamlet prior to seeing the movie version with Mel Gibson. I did not know what was coming for any of it. I was completely surprised and could not believe the story unfolded that way.
3. Tell about a memorable goodbye you’ve experienced.
We had some treasured church members who were vegetarian move away due to a new job opportunity. Our meat loving congregation sent them off with a vegetarian potluck goodbye luncheon.
4. Is it true that “all good things must come to an end”?
No. God doesn’t.
5. “Everything I ever let go of has claw marks on it.” –Anne Lamott
This does not hold true for me with “stuff.” For my marriage, it was very true. I hung on well past the point when it was clear that the children and I were not the benefactors of the primary time commitment and that the behavior that took the time, energy, money, and other resources would not change.
Bonus: “It isn’t over until the fat lady sings.” I’ve never loved this expression. So propose an alternative: “It isn’t over until ____________________”
It isn’t over until the last Amen.
It isn’t over until the offering is counted.
It isn’t over until the parking lot is empty.
It isn’t over until the paper work is done.
It isn’t over until the kitchen is clean.
It isn’t over until the last kid is picked up.
It isn’t over until the lights are off, the alarm is set, and the doors are locked.
It isn’t over until the last episode has aired.
It isn’t over until the last piece of chocolate is gone.
It isn’t over until the last box is on the truck.
It isn’t over until you run out of gas.
It isn’t over until you fall asleep trying to think of …