A few mornings ago, I arrived to my Multimedia Authoring class early, which is usually the case with me since he offers extra credit to students who arrive early. I figure, I’ll take the extra credit anywhere I can and rejoice in getting an A in one class this semester. :D (This class is taught by the professor I wrote about in this post.) He was extra perky that morning, smiling and chatting everyone up as he took roll – which is not always the case.
When he got to my row, we had a little interchange that went like this:
Professor: “Good morning, Angie. How are you today?”
Professor, eyes wide, stopping in his tracks: “Really?”
Professor: “Are you just saying that to impress me?”
Me, laughing: “No. I’m fabulous. It’s a choice.”
Professor: “Yes, it is. Awesome.”
I have had similar exchanges with many different people over the last few months and it is quite entertaining to watch their expressions while we talk. It is specifically that word, “fabulous,” that gets their attention. Frequently, people respond to the how are you question with the obligatory “fine” or “ok” or, maybe they’ll stretch it and say, “good,” but rarely does anyone exclaim that they are “fabulous” or “fantastic” or, even… “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”
After that experience with Professor Picky-Pants, I realized even more deeply the power of my intention to create my life through the experience of Love and Joy. When I choose to be fabulous or – dare I claim it/// – supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, then my life becomes a parade with carousel horses and dancing cartoon characters. Granted, there are those around me who complain that I’m “much too cheery all the time” and there are those who turn their noses up at me, cross their arms and mumble something about me being a “witless ninny.” That used to really bother me and I would stop being fabulous so those people would like me. Now, that sounds witless to me! I would actually stop my joyfulness so others would feel more comfortable and like me??? CRAZY! Thing is, though, it never worked. They liked me no more than they liked me prior to calling me names, so the only person changed was me – for the less-than-fabulous.
I’m glad I’m over that these days.
Fabulous – or supercalifragilisticexpialidocious – IS a choice. And, as Mary says…
There’s no need for dismay
Just summon up this word
And then you’ve got a lot to say
But better use it carefully
Or it may change your life
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This entry was posted on November 16, 2012 by Angie K Millgate. It was filed under Appreciating, Creating, Giggling, Playing and was tagged with choice, fabulous, life, lyrics, Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, videos.