a dope with hope

goals and the golden rope

I’m not much of a mindset guy. I’m more of an acknowledgement of the mess, then take action guy.

And? As I creak away at the now late, yet still moving, Book of Wrong Answers, I’m borrowing a trick from my wife.

When Laura was completing the Toronto Marathon, she used a golden rope.

When Laura was in treatment for breast cancer, she used a golden rope.

She tied that rope around me at the finish line.

She tied that rope around me and the kids while she was in treatment.

And with each footstep in her race, with each drip from the chemo bag, she imagined herself pulling on that rope. She used that rope to pull herself through to us.

The rope?

Not tangible in a sense, but very, very real.

The golden rope is woven from threads of love.

And using her mind, she hitched it to us and pulled herself through.

A book isn’t quite such a physical accomplishment as a marathon. It’s not nearly as life or death as cancer treatment.

And?

It’s important right now to me. This book is for you, my reader. My hope is th…