Let me take a moment to affect the early momentum of this momentous post by defining momentum.
noun, plural momenta [moh-men-tuh], momentums.
1. force or speed of movement; impetus, as of a physical object or course of events:
The car gained momentum going downhill. Her career lost momentum after two unsuccessful films.
2.Also called linear momentum. Mechanics. a quantity expressing the motion of a body or system, equal to the product of the mass of a body and its velocity, and for a system equal to the vector sum of the products of mass and velocity of each particle in the system.
3. Philosophy. moment.
Can be confused
How will it affect the momentum of this post if I
- confess that — like momento and momentum — I can be confused, too?
- share that I associate the word “momentum” with political races?
- state that I am developing momenta in feeling more positive and hopeful about the future?
How will it affect the momentum of this post if I show you this photo from yesterday?
How will my other photos from yesterday affect the momentum?
I’m developing momentum to sing at an Open Mic tomorrow evening. Recording myself singing the song a capella, this morning, is part of that momentum.
How’s your momentum, here and now?
I’ve got the momenta to thank all those who helped me create this post and you — of course! — for reading it.
Fear not! I shall immediately explain why this post is titled “Fear not!”
As I was fearing not anything at my weekly food shopping expedition with my boyfriend Michael yesterday, we saw this:
When I look at that, I fear not
- that Halloween candy showed up at the supermarket IN JULY,
- that it’s the same great taste,
- eggs of unusual color,
- words that rhyme with “creme,” and
- bunnies wearing hats.
What else do I fear not, here and now?
- Halloween 2016, since that’s the estimated day I’ll be returning to work after my open heart surgery on September 21.
- Singing a new song at an Open Mic in four days.
- Playing guitar for that new song, even though I have NO callouses on my fingers to protect me from screming from the pain of the guitar strings.
- My son Aaron attending the University of Edinburgh.
- Visiting Edinburgh in two weeks for two weeks of the Festival Fringe.
- Hard work.
- Stuffed animals.
- Going barefoot or wearing socks.
- Unsalted snacks.
- The weather, as long as I’m wearing the right clothes.
- Other people’s opinions, even if they differ from mine.
- My neighbors.
- Sports heroes.
- The different days of the week.
- Foods I can’t identify.
- Green leafy vegetables (although I’m going to have to monitor my intake of them, especially, once I’m on Coumadin after my surgery)
- Any comments I might receive from my readers.
- My other photos from yesterday.
That baby is the guitar I’ll be playing with uncalloused fingers on Friday. Fear not! Here‘s the song I’ll be singing (several keys higher):
Fear not! I shall remember to thank Liz Callaway, the musical The Robber Bridegroom, Star Market, all the others who helped me create this fearless post, and you — of course! — for reading it.