“Spontaneity is like that distant relative I’ve seen in photo albums and heard a few weird stories about, but never actually met. I know he exists and that others have met him. But he’s just an idea, so I smile and say he sounds like a lovely guy. Then I go back to figuring out what time someone can help me bathe next Friday. If that cute café I wanted to try can accommodate a wheelchair. If I can get a ride to work, to school or to a friend’s house. Normally, the only spontaneous thing I expect is the spontaneous combustion of my ancient paratransit bus! I’m used to some serious planning. Long ago, I accepted that spontaneity and I, for the most part, would be strangers.”
Kathleen Downes http://thesqueakywheelchair.blogspot.com/
“Spontaneity is like that distant relative I’ve seen in photo albums and heard a few weird stories about, but never actually met. I know he exists and that others have met him. But he’s just an idea, so I smile and say he sounds like a lovely guy. Then I go back to figuring out what time someone can help me bathe next Friday. If that cute café I wanted to try can accommodate a wheelchair. If I can get a ride to work, to school or to a friend’s house. Normally, the only spontaneous thing I expect is the spontaneous combustion of my ancient paratransit bus! I’m used to some serious planning. Long ago, I accepted that spontaneity and I, for the most part, would be strangers.”