Being on a soapbox....
So, I never really liked the name of my original blog. I don't recall what I initially wanted it to be, but it wasn't available, so I went with Serendipity and a Smile. I was all gung-ho for a week or so, then wrote one other post 6 months after that, then nothing for a year and a half until yesterday. I fiddled around with the layout. Then, today, while write an email to a friend, I used the word "soapbox" and in a flash, I knew that I had a new name for my blog...Serendipity on a Soapbox.
So, what does this all mean. Well, I love the word serendipity. I love how it rolls of my tongue, how it sounds, and what it means. It's sort of serendipitous how the word soapbox got into the mix. I don't mean that to be hokie. Really, I don't. I'm not overly religious, but I believe that things happen for a reason. Some may call it fate. Others may call it G-d or the Upper Hand guide them. I call it serendipity. I think it means what's supposed to happen even if it wasn't planned or on my radar screen. But, when "it" happens, it all seems to make sense. That's serendipity.
Onto soapboxes. I don't generally have strong opinions on things. That doesn't mean that I'm not passionate or that I don't care about things. I think I just like to reserve the right to change my mind or to let my views on things evolve. However, with some issues, I do go into pitbull mode and don't back down until I get my point across. Mostly this has to do with advocating for my son, Jeremy. He's 10 and in fourth grade. He has some developmental issues and my pitbull fight for my kid mom mode kicks in when dealing with the school district to get him the services that he needs to perform the best that he can in school. I won't go into all the details here about how I fought the school district not for a specific service for Jeremy, but for acknowledgement on their part that they provided me with incorrect information on what services could be offered by the district. I was totally in "I am Woman, Hear Me Roar Mode" after that accomplishment. Yeah, every once in a while, I might pat myself on the back, too.
Anyway, when you get right down to it, you just have to stand behind what you believe in. Happiness and goodness come from being true to yourself whether or not you say what you feel from the solid ground or up on a soapbox.