This week I was pondering what is Possible, what is Probable, and what is patently Preposterous. (I was also noticing that there are 6 p's in that sentence!)
Recently I had lunch with friends; we all met eighteen years ago in a now-disbanded multimedia group. In 1995, when I was newly widowed and had recently moved to Marin County from Silicon Valley, one of those friends was -- I thought -- a Possible future romantic interest.
This is where you can see the sharp difference between the term "Possible" -- in which there is a vague "potential" that something might happen -- and "Probable" -- a much more hopeful term, in which there is a good "likelihood" that something will happen. But, in this case, what I thought might eventually be Possible was, as it turns out, "Preposterous" -- a term that sprints into "never-never-will-happen" land.
You see, my imagination had been working overtime; what I thought might be Possible with that friend had no connection to reality.
So then I started thinking: into which of those three categories -- Possible, Probable, Preposterous -- do these four current dreams fit?
- Celebrating my birthday next March in Rome
- Becoming a sought-after editor and writer
- Elevating the Fun Factor to a constant reality -- hearing live jazz, going to plays and art galleries, enjoying fine restaurants
- Visiting Greece, Spain, and Portugal for the first time, and making return trips to England and France
Honestly, none of the four dreams seems to be Preposterous. And best of all, not only do they all seem Possible, they all seem Probable!