More and more, I realize that we are nothing like each other.
The other day she asked, "do you want to run the great race with me?"
This, from a woman who has literally ran eight times in her entire life.
But this is who she is.
The anti-worrier.
It could be raining sh** and she'd say: let's use this as fertilizer for reforestation.
Nothing sticks. No crap, dysfunction, or obvious phobia to keep her from coasting along.
The anti-anal.
She can actually travel by word-of-mouth: "Hey I'll be in the DC area on the 26th...and I'll need a ride to get back home...anyone going my way?" (meanwhile there's me and my back-up of back-up plans for traveling)
Extremely relaxed, this Carole is.
Seven years ago she and I , together with another friend Robin, decided to train for an in-line skating race. In the middle of a downhill descent she calmly calls out: "btw guys...I don't know how to stop!"
Always a positive thinker.
She invents her own parking spots and never gets towed or ticketed.
Event planning for her, being one of the many things she does, is a cakewalk.
She never chokes under pressure.
During a catering glitch, she once had bite-sized pieces of pizza hut served at a swanky soiree and had the well-heeled raving:
"this is divine!"
Did I mention that she drives a Prius?
Up at the crack of dawn, armed with affirmations, she yogas and meditates.
And then there's me...concocting myriad excuses to stay cocooned.
Sometimes I think that if I had an iota of her in me,
I could accomplish more instead of sitting here and blogging.