On a visit to JPL last year, I saw this sign in a building:
I’m not a scientist, not even close. I am in awe of all things inventive and new about science. I love the realm of possibility.
Dare Mighty Things doesn’t even make sense exactly. I mean, how do you dare a thing? Yet, that’s one of the reasons why I like the sign so much.
My sons and other members of my family have science brains. They can wrap their heads around abstract possibility, force, nature, numbers. I stand back and nod in awe.
Innovation leads to success,
Yet, failure is also a huge part of innovation.
Daring means things go wrong too. Mighty doesn’t always happen.
I cannot create an alternative fueled spaceship or navigate rovers on planets, but I can write.
The past few years I’ve had my own version of spectacular rockets blowing up.
Years of work on novels end in fiery ruin.
I stare at the pieces and start over,
Do it again
And again
And again.
Sometimes, it gets hard,
Painfully, wretchedly hard.
But what other choice do I have?
I have to create.
I have to write.
I cannot stop.
When I face that blank screen, the possibilities swarm through my brain.
DARE MIGHTY THINGS
My own version of space travel starts when my fingers hit the keyboard.
To possibility and beyond!
Michèle Griskey 