Is it a game with a stick, or a state of being...

Limbo.

This is a prevalent theme for many of my friends and I. Stuck between hither and yon. (I've tried google maps... not much help in finding my way on this one.)

Selling homes, waiting for economic waters to warm a bit, waiting to hear on jobs, filling dressers with half our summer clothes and keeping out 1/2 the winter... we're in Dr. Seuss' "waiting place."

A lot of serious stuff going on everywhere. The news is rather petrifying. I'm looking forward to the 12th when we'll have NO TV. (We're a strange family that chooses no cable and a converter box is worthless on snowy reception.)

I have a friend who advises others to skip right to page 5 of the newspaper because that's where they hide all the good news. It got me thinking. I've had a lot of "how low can you go" moments of late and I'm wondering where my page 5 has gone? What would it look like?

My page 5 would have to be filled with humor, reminders about flexibility, patience and reasons for gratitude. Each day, I've committed to posting a few notes of gratitude and finding something funny to share. I hope you'll join me in the comments section.

It may be a stretch, but that's what has to be done to get out from under this stick... standing tall on the other side.

How low can YOU go? (And remember, no ducking under... that's cheating. Chin and nose under that bar!) ;)