I have disfigured my beloved friend Joyce in this portrait here …
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”
“Sometimes we’re on a collision course, and we just don’t know it. Whether it’s by accident or by design, there’s not a thing we can do about it. A woman in Paris was on her way to go shopping, but she had forgotten her coat – went back to get it. When she had gotten her coat, the phone had rung, so she’d stopped to answer it; talked for a couple of minutes. While the woman was on the phone, Daisy was rehearsing for a performance at the Paris Opera House. And while she was rehearsing, the woman, off the phone now, had gone outside to get a taxi. Now a taxi driver had dropped off a fare earlier and had stopped to get a cup of coffee. And all the while, Daisy was rehearsing. And this cab driver, who dropped off the earlier fare; who’d stopped to get the cup of coffee, had picked up the lady who was going to shopping, and had missed getting an earlier cab. The taxi had to stop for a man crossing the street, who had left for work five minutes later than he normally did, because he forgot to set off his alarm. While that man, late for work, was crossing the street, Daisy had finished rehearsing, and was taking a shower. And while Daisy was showering, the taxi was waiting outside a boutique for the woman to pick up a package, which hadn’t been wrapped yet, because the girl who was supposed to wrap it had broken up with her boyfriend the night before, and forgot.
When the package was wrapped, the woman, who was back in the cab, was blocked by a delivery truck, all the while Daisy was getting dressed. The delivery truck pulled away and the taxi was able to move, while Daisy, the last to be dressed, waited for one of her friends, who had broken a shoelace. While the taxi was stopped, waiting for a traffic light, Daisy and her friend came out the back of the theater. And if only one thing had happened differently: if that shoelace hadn’t broken; or that delivery truck had moved moments earlier; or that package had been wrapped and ready, because the girl hadn’t broken up with her boyfriend; or that man had set his alarm and got up five minutes earlier; or that taxi driver hadn’t stopped for a cup of coffee; or that woman had remembered her coat, and got into an earlier cab, Daisy and her friend would’ve crossed the street, and the taxi would’ve driven by. But life being what it is – a series of intersecting lives and incidents, out of anyone’s control – that taxi did not go by, and that driver was momentarily distracted, and that taxi hit Daisy, and her leg was crushed.”
I was drunk. Was riding a bike. Slammed into a lamp post. Fellow cyclists yelled at me “Are you all right?” “Yeah” I replied. “Are you sure?” “Yeah” I replied. My bike doesn’t work anymore. I wheeled it to the tram stop. It still doesn’t work. Moving the pedals doesn’t move the bike. I had to pay for a tram ticket back home. Shit. I nearly lost my life.
“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They are not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward.
And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
Asked the cards 2 questions today:
Question 1 – Will I find love?
Answer – The lovers card (it was the lovers in the Osho Zen tarot deck)
Question 2 – Will I continue to live in Ireland?
Answer – 10 of cups (it was 10 of water aka harmony in the Osho Zen tarot deck; Alan Ross from Aeclectic Tarot described harmony beautifully: “What is harmony? Harmony occurs when you flow with the rhythms of the universe, instead of struggling against it. When you allow yourself to be simple and soft, not determined to impose your expectations and desires on the Universe, but bending and flowing with whatever you are experiencing, struggle ceases and harmony arises.”)
Unexpectedly, I passed a test today. Specifically, part 2 of the enrolled agent certification. What is an enrolled agent?
An enrolled agent is a person who has earned the privilege of representing taxpayers before the Internal Revenue Service by either passing a three-part comprehensive IRS test covering individual and business tax returns, or through experience as a former IRS employee. Enrolled agent status is the highest credential the IRS awards. Individuals who obtain this elite status must adhere to ethical standards and complete 72 hours of continuing education courses every three years.
Enrolled agents, like attorneys and certified public accountants (CPAs), have unlimited practice rights. This means they are unrestricted as to which taxpayers they can represent, what types of tax matters they can handle, and which IRS offices they can represent clients before.
I wasn’t going to go for the test today. I did some studying for it in last December and January this year and stopped until 3 days ago where I studied for 1.5 days. There is no way I can pass the test given how poorly prepared I am. But I thought, heck, I have paid for it, why not familiarise myself with it since I am going to retake it anyway?
Surprise, surprise. I actually passed. 2 more parts of the certification to go. Then I am certified to represent taxpayers before the IRS. That’s kinda cool. Yay.