Impossible

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“They’re shouting for you,” she said with a smile. “But I could never have done it,” he objected, “without everyone else’s help.”

“That may be true,” said Reason gravely, “but you had the courage to try; and what you can do is often simply a matter of what you will do.”

“That’s why,” said Azaz, “there was one very important thing about your quest that we couldn’t discuss until you returned.”

“I remember, said Milo eagerly. “Tell me now.”

“It was impossible,” said the Mathemagician, looking at the king…”but if we’d told you then, you might not have gone-and, as you’ve discovered, so many things are possible just as long as you don’t know they’re impossible”

My Christmas concluded tonight snuggled up with Noah as we finished the final chapters of The Phantom Tollbooth written by Norton Juster.  Two hundred and fifty-five pages of literary fantasy, a quest to restore rhyme and reason to a land that had lost both.

As I read the quote above, I couldn’t help but think of my year, my work, and my own impossible quest.  The mountainous mission to raise money for a cure for FTD while juggling work, caregiving and single parenthood with grace.  To redefine my family.  And, to bring it in an even bigger way in 2016.

An impossible quest is exactly where I want to be. No roadmap or guiding star.  A go for broke, balls to the wall, all in with nothing left on the table kind of quest.  In a situation like that, the only place to go is up.