Today is my birthday. I am calling it my "Plus 1" birthday. Because it feels a little better than saying ____ty-one. Last year was a biggie....though it pretty much flew under the radar in terms of celebrating....so I got the idea that this year I was going to throw myself a big Plus One party. But I didn't for a variety of reasons.
So I was thinking today about the whole concept of "Plus One" as in, one more. And I thought I would put it out there to anyone who cares to check in....what is your "plus 1"? What is it that you would like to have one more of......maybe it's something possible, maybe it's not....but I think we all probably have a "one more" If you don't want to post here, feel free to email your reply...
For me, my Plus one is a toss up between one more day with my Dad.....or one more child....
What's yours?
Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
God as White Noise
I tried going to church again this morning - this time to one we have already visited a few times. Because every time I try somewhere else, I get this feeling in my gut that I should be at the one I attended today. But it didn't deliver. It was like expecting Cheesecake Factory cheesecake and getting generic sugarless pudding. I've been pondering lately how I got to this place of spiritual.....not sure what to call it - apathy? dryness? disconnect?
The thought occurred to me the other day that God has become White Noise in my life....you know - the noise that just sort of plays in the background while you go about all your other activities - not really listening, nor being impacted by its music or message....It's actually been close to 6 years since I felt truly passionate about my faith and wanted to live it out visibly and radically. Let's just say that what hasn't merely disappointed me about some churches where I've invested much of my time and energy, has actually hurt me. And to add insult to injury, I would get hit with accusations of being overly negative or just having a bad attitude when I tried to express my concerns or discouragement by the people who were supposed to be there to uplift me. I'm one of those people whose spiritual walk is fueled by giving of myself in ministry. Needless to say, I'm not ambulating much these days....not sure if I'm even crawling anymore.
Michael Card has a song whose lyrics are "He calls His sons and daughters to the wilderness" I'm pretty sure God didn't lead me here..I've been in wildernesses before that I sensed were His doing.....I fully realize that I have somehow wandered here all on my own. I do have a tendency to get lost on any trip I take....even with a GPS!
I made the comment recently that I don't know how I had become such a glass half-empty person. But it has pointed out to me by many people, in many situations. I don't want to be that way. I don't think I've always been that way.....but now I'm starting to doubt it. And I can't help but think it's all related to this finding a church/losing track of God thing.
Ironically though I find I'm like a mother bear whose cubs are threatened when anyone decides to dismiss or worse, trash the tenets of my faith. I am nothing less than incensed when someone blasts the "F" word all over the persons of God or Jesus....or flippantly shrugs off or mocks the beliefs I have somewhere deep inside. Then after just getting angry, I retreat into my world of white noise again. Occasionally, I find myself crawling out of my pit to offer encouragement to someone searching for God -and I mean every word I offer and I pray fervently for that person in that moment and I've been told I've made a huge difference in their relationship with Him...only to be found soon after moving aimlessly in my own world of holy White Noise.
The thought occurred to me the other day that God has become White Noise in my life....you know - the noise that just sort of plays in the background while you go about all your other activities - not really listening, nor being impacted by its music or message....It's actually been close to 6 years since I felt truly passionate about my faith and wanted to live it out visibly and radically. Let's just say that what hasn't merely disappointed me about some churches where I've invested much of my time and energy, has actually hurt me. And to add insult to injury, I would get hit with accusations of being overly negative or just having a bad attitude when I tried to express my concerns or discouragement by the people who were supposed to be there to uplift me. I'm one of those people whose spiritual walk is fueled by giving of myself in ministry. Needless to say, I'm not ambulating much these days....not sure if I'm even crawling anymore.
Michael Card has a song whose lyrics are "He calls His sons and daughters to the wilderness" I'm pretty sure God didn't lead me here..I've been in wildernesses before that I sensed were His doing.....I fully realize that I have somehow wandered here all on my own. I do have a tendency to get lost on any trip I take....even with a GPS!
I made the comment recently that I don't know how I had become such a glass half-empty person. But it has pointed out to me by many people, in many situations. I don't want to be that way. I don't think I've always been that way.....but now I'm starting to doubt it. And I can't help but think it's all related to this finding a church/losing track of God thing.
Ironically though I find I'm like a mother bear whose cubs are threatened when anyone decides to dismiss or worse, trash the tenets of my faith. I am nothing less than incensed when someone blasts the "F" word all over the persons of God or Jesus....or flippantly shrugs off or mocks the beliefs I have somewhere deep inside. Then after just getting angry, I retreat into my world of white noise again. Occasionally, I find myself crawling out of my pit to offer encouragement to someone searching for God -and I mean every word I offer and I pray fervently for that person in that moment and I've been told I've made a huge difference in their relationship with Him...only to be found soon after moving aimlessly in my own world of holy White Noise.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
What I Learned at Life Camp This Summer
I wonder how many students will be writing an essay within the next few weeks about how they spent their summer vacations. Or what they learned. Most of them probably don't want to admit they learned anything over the summer. I started and finished my summer Facebook statuses with those immortal words of Cheech and Chong: the first/last day of my summer vacation, I woke up.....and so on about looking for a job and the corner drugstore, but the truth is, this has been a good summer. I don't always head back to school feeling that way. Two summers ago I spent the majority of my time in hospital rooms with my mom. Last year, though I don't have clear memories of it, summer seemed to fly by and I started the school year not feeling rejuvenated on any level. So I thought I would share a few things I've learned while doing the things I did or did not get to do - (see Meaningful Moments post) this summer:
I learned that I actually did do a decent job of parenting - 14 years of it as a solo flight....and learned more clearly and painfully just how fast those years go by.
I learned that Point Park University is REALLY FREAKING expensive - at least by my 35 years ago IUP standards....
I learned that some people are just emotional bulldozers and the only way you can avoid being hurt by them is to just jump out of the way. Because stopping them or changing them is about as easy to do as stopping a real one.
I learned that a dog can have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder - my own diagnosis - when playing fetch - because she will relentlessly bring you the tennis ball, even when you are....let's say indisposed. However, if there is any chance her precious paws will get wet in the grass, all play MUST be indoors.
I learned a whole bunch about Lake Erie which I have forgotten in the time since I've returned.
I learned a bit about sandcastle construction.
I learned a little about Bali....and yoga....and Italy....
I learned how to blog. Well, maybe a little. Still overwhelmed by the whole deal.
I learned that I'm a pretty big wuss when it comes to getting into the ocean on a New England beach. Not a big fan of being frozen alive....but loved the beach and grateful for the chance to be there.
I learned something of Leningrad in the pre and post WWII years.
I learned that there are some churches in the area that are really on the border of my comfort zone. But glad I tried.
I learned a few things about setting up a private counseling practice (now known as Breakwater Counseling Services as part of Counseling Consultation & Psychotherapy Services - if I may plug so myself :) )
I learned a little bit more about getting lost....and finding my way in downtown Pittsburgh. The getting lost part is thanks to Mrs. Garmin (I call her Greta)....the getting found part was thanks to my own ingenuity. and prayer.
I learned how to spell soiree'. And how to get myself invited to one (badger your Facebook friends when they're planning something)
I learned that I should be thankful for our little central Pennsylvania parking garage and meter fees.....because parking in the city for 1/2 a day can cost what I spend on groceries for 1/2 a week!
I learned (again) who fought whom in the French & Indian War in the Battle of Fort Duquesne....and what Fort Pitt's role was in the Revolutionary War....and I also know that the next time I go there it will be as though it is all new to me all over again....because I already know I have a bad memory.
I learned that Andy Warhol grew up in Pittsburgh.....and that he did some really cool stuff ....and some really disturbing stuff.
I learned that The Cheesecake Factory is like a little visit to heaven.
I learned that when you eat the last of your Cheesecake Factory cheesecake at 11 p.m. on the day you visited the Andy Warhol museum you will have the most freakishly bizarre dreams of your entire life.
And I'm hoping that the new school year is nothing like those dreams.
I learned that I actually did do a decent job of parenting - 14 years of it as a solo flight....and learned more clearly and painfully just how fast those years go by.
I learned that Point Park University is REALLY FREAKING expensive - at least by my 35 years ago IUP standards....
I learned that some people are just emotional bulldozers and the only way you can avoid being hurt by them is to just jump out of the way. Because stopping them or changing them is about as easy to do as stopping a real one.
I learned that a dog can have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder - my own diagnosis - when playing fetch - because she will relentlessly bring you the tennis ball, even when you are....let's say indisposed. However, if there is any chance her precious paws will get wet in the grass, all play MUST be indoors.
I learned a whole bunch about Lake Erie which I have forgotten in the time since I've returned.
I learned a bit about sandcastle construction.
I learned a little about Bali....and yoga....and Italy....
I learned how to blog. Well, maybe a little. Still overwhelmed by the whole deal.
I learned that I'm a pretty big wuss when it comes to getting into the ocean on a New England beach. Not a big fan of being frozen alive....but loved the beach and grateful for the chance to be there.
I learned something of Leningrad in the pre and post WWII years.
I learned that there are some churches in the area that are really on the border of my comfort zone. But glad I tried.
I learned a few things about setting up a private counseling practice (now known as Breakwater Counseling Services as part of Counseling Consultation & Psychotherapy Services - if I may plug so myself :) )
I learned a little bit more about getting lost....and finding my way in downtown Pittsburgh. The getting lost part is thanks to Mrs. Garmin (I call her Greta)....the getting found part was thanks to my own ingenuity. and prayer.
I learned how to spell soiree'. And how to get myself invited to one (badger your Facebook friends when they're planning something)
I learned that I should be thankful for our little central Pennsylvania parking garage and meter fees.....because parking in the city for 1/2 a day can cost what I spend on groceries for 1/2 a week!
I learned (again) who fought whom in the French & Indian War in the Battle of Fort Duquesne....and what Fort Pitt's role was in the Revolutionary War....and I also know that the next time I go there it will be as though it is all new to me all over again....because I already know I have a bad memory.
I learned that Andy Warhol grew up in Pittsburgh.....and that he did some really cool stuff ....and some really disturbing stuff.
I learned that The Cheesecake Factory is like a little visit to heaven.
I learned that when you eat the last of your Cheesecake Factory cheesecake at 11 p.m. on the day you visited the Andy Warhol museum you will have the most freakishly bizarre dreams of your entire life.
And I'm hoping that the new school year is nothing like those dreams.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Chapter of Changes
In 8 days I will be taking my youngest child to college. This past weekend, we visited my other son and his wife in the home they just purchased, less than two years after getting married, and less than a year after they both graduated college. I'm not sure how this happened. It was only say, 3 weeks ago that I was chasing tow-headed toddlers and watching rocks splash in puddles. And surely it was only 2 weeks ago I was confiscating the remote or begging, bribing and weeping over ignored homework. And while I always thought that as my kids grew up I was heeding the wizened advice of those who had finished raising kids who said "Enjoy these days/years - they will go by quickly" I am suddenly feeling a bit panicky that I may not, in fact have slowed down enough, done enough, listened enough,said enough, laughed enough, hugged enough. And I am at times tempted to sink hopelessly into a sea of doubts, inadequacies and "should haves". But I came across an essay this summer that gave me a new perspective that I will be clinging desperately to in the coming weeks and years.Even through the tears which have already started to cascade when they find any moment, whether opportune or not. I share it in its original form (or at least the link to it) because it is amusing and beautiful and poignant. Definitely worth taking a few moments to read. (If you click the link,it takes you to the google search - click on the first item, "Why My Third Husband Will Be Dog). Enjoy. And no offer to stop by the empty nest will be denied.
lisa scottoline road map - Google Search
lisa scottoline road map - Google Search
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Missed Opportunities or Meaningful Moments?
I had big plans for this summer. I had a to do list a thousand miles long that was going to allow me to return to school feeling balanced, satisfied and ..well, normal. I deeply envy people who don't have to call in a bull dozer to find a space to eat dinner each night. Or the ones who can actually take their clothes out of the closet or drawer to get ready for work in the morning instead of unearthing an unattended to laundry basket or even trying to quick dry a top with a hair dryer then succumbing to wearing wet clothes to work in the hope that during the drive to work, the car heater will have done the job. Then there are those who DO have to use coasters on end tables because they somehow, abnormally in my opinion, DON'T have 1/2 inch of dust on the surface that serves the same purpose. And whose dogs didn't chew up every coaster in the house.....or plastic water bottle....or slipper....or sock. And speaking of dogs, these "normal" folks, whoever they are, can crawl into bed at night under a bedspread that doesn't look like it's the hide of a furry animal. But I digress....plans for the summer....
In addition to getting some "house" stuff done, I was going to try to be a counselor at camp, lead a week long gleaning/hunger awareness event, catch up on all manner of professional and pleasure reading, log a great many professional development hours,and most of all. I was hoping beyond hope of landing a really great role in a really great show! One of my dream roles, actually. I might as well have tried to tackle riding a unicycle and bringing world peace. Interestingly, whether or not I would be able to do most of those things hinged on the question of the stage. Now before I go any further, rest assured that I am very much aware that there are REAL problems in the world.....so if there is anyone out there besides the few friends who can put up with reading me, please don't post hate comments. I KNOW there is true suffering. (After all, I am a Pittsburgh Pirates fan! - just kidding!)
So, onto the first "missed opportunity"- having to give up a different role in a play - albeit a small one - because my son was going to be getting a senior award. I was looking forward to working with the director and the cast members, but when I weighed the choice between the play or my son,this was not a tough decision at all And sitting in the audience at the senior awards was one of my proudest parent moments. This is a kid who has not spent his life thus far being the "chosen" one - neither from peers nor educators. He is a bright, capable, funny, handsome, sensitive and talented young man who finally got his due on that night. Had I been across town in costume and makeup and missed that moment, I would have kicked myself for the rest of my life. It was awesome. The other experience that I would not trade for the world that came from relinquishing that role, was getting to take my 83 year old mom to the Memorial Day parade in the town where I grew up. She was like a little kid - getting all dressed up in her red, white and blue and waving the flag as she sat next to the road in her wheelchair, waving at people she knew..and of course, collecting candy. Just before the parade, we met some old neighbors for breakfast - folks we haven't seen in over 10 years.
Not sure why I stepped away from the hunger event. I have wanted to lead or at least attend a week-long Harvest of Hope event since the first time I attended a weekend experience 13 years ago. But for whatever reason it just didn't feel right. And there was no big event that took its place.....but maybe the series of summer night symphonies, playing with the dog and playing on Facebook provided better therapy than the stresses of leading a largely attended event.
Not landing one of my dream roles AND losing a respectable role elsewhere due to a few glitches of poor communication ended up giving me greater gifts....one being the chance to get to the beach in New Hampshire.....the beach is something I have been whining about for about 4 years now. And to take that trip with the son who will be leaving for college in a few weeks - my baby - was a pretty cool thing. Especially because he drove most of the way! :) And an even greater gift was attending his college orientation where I witnessed the beginning of his transformation.....from being unsure about his future, and his choices, and still bearing the weight of his past, to someone on his way with his head held high, the promise of new friends and the quest for independence. In fact, there was even some joy in hearing him moan and groan the whole way home about how cruel it was that they would bring incoming freshmen in for a few days then send them HOME - when all they wanted to do was stay and be at college! Oh the injustice! Yes, someone else could have accompanied him on that trip and gathered the parental information if I had been cast in the part. But for me, it was so validating that in all the years of the single parent struggle, I had apparently done something right somewhere....and though I would LOVE to have been on stage, there is no question in my mind that I was where I was supposed to be - not just for him but also for the gift that I received there.
I have a few other memories I treasure this summer...saying no to camp counseling allowed me to help someone I know with his online coursework....proofreading/editing his papers - "we" got an A on both of them!...getting to see some friends who were visiting from Estonia, if even for a few precious hours ......spending a few days at Lake Erie (despite the meetings mentioned in previous post) one evening on a sightseeing cruise and the other watching a glorious sunset and while in Erie, had a chance to hang out with my nephew and his partner and eating gelato! I'm not sure which I enjoy more - the ways they make me laugh (the guys, not the gelato), or the fact that they laugh at my melodramatic family story telling. And, I've broadened my sand castle skills this summer....thanks to Jodi, whose husband's sandcastle I almost walked on while at Whipple Dam earlier in the summer. I can now almost build something other than my famous "drippy" sandcastle....and my attempts have given my family and friends something to laugh about.....even my mother commented how one of my towers looked like a phallus. Only she didn't use that word :) The woman who couldn't tell me herself about the birds and bees can now comment on my sandcastles without shame! A cookout with some coworkers also belongs on the list - fresh picked corn, a gorgeous sunset and lots of laughter - hard to beat. A few date nights squeezed in...that was nice too.. Running around a Pittsburgh casino til midnight with Melissa! Still to come this month:a cowgirl campfire "soiree'" in my backyard, spending a weekend with my son and daughter in law in their newly purchased house and a mini vacation getaway with my hubby.
I would love to be able to say that at no time this summer have I licked my wounds....or been told to "get over myself". Yes, the candle on my pity party cake every so often flickers back to life like those exasperating trick birthday candles that refuse to be blown out. But I keep coming back to: the things I so desperately wanted for the summer....that I seemingly "missed out" on have unexpectedly opened other doors. And the more I think about them, the more grateful I am. I guess that's what our parents and grandparents meant by that whole cloud and silver lining thing.
In addition to getting some "house" stuff done, I was going to try to be a counselor at camp, lead a week long gleaning/hunger awareness event, catch up on all manner of professional and pleasure reading, log a great many professional development hours,and most of all. I was hoping beyond hope of landing a really great role in a really great show! One of my dream roles, actually. I might as well have tried to tackle riding a unicycle and bringing world peace. Interestingly, whether or not I would be able to do most of those things hinged on the question of the stage. Now before I go any further, rest assured that I am very much aware that there are REAL problems in the world.....so if there is anyone out there besides the few friends who can put up with reading me, please don't post hate comments. I KNOW there is true suffering. (After all, I am a Pittsburgh Pirates fan! - just kidding!)
So, onto the first "missed opportunity"- having to give up a different role in a play - albeit a small one - because my son was going to be getting a senior award. I was looking forward to working with the director and the cast members, but when I weighed the choice between the play or my son,this was not a tough decision at all And sitting in the audience at the senior awards was one of my proudest parent moments. This is a kid who has not spent his life thus far being the "chosen" one - neither from peers nor educators. He is a bright, capable, funny, handsome, sensitive and talented young man who finally got his due on that night. Had I been across town in costume and makeup and missed that moment, I would have kicked myself for the rest of my life. It was awesome. The other experience that I would not trade for the world that came from relinquishing that role, was getting to take my 83 year old mom to the Memorial Day parade in the town where I grew up. She was like a little kid - getting all dressed up in her red, white and blue and waving the flag as she sat next to the road in her wheelchair, waving at people she knew..and of course, collecting candy. Just before the parade, we met some old neighbors for breakfast - folks we haven't seen in over 10 years.
Not sure why I stepped away from the hunger event. I have wanted to lead or at least attend a week-long Harvest of Hope event since the first time I attended a weekend experience 13 years ago. But for whatever reason it just didn't feel right. And there was no big event that took its place.....but maybe the series of summer night symphonies, playing with the dog and playing on Facebook provided better therapy than the stresses of leading a largely attended event.
Not landing one of my dream roles AND losing a respectable role elsewhere due to a few glitches of poor communication ended up giving me greater gifts....one being the chance to get to the beach in New Hampshire.....the beach is something I have been whining about for about 4 years now. And to take that trip with the son who will be leaving for college in a few weeks - my baby - was a pretty cool thing. Especially because he drove most of the way! :) And an even greater gift was attending his college orientation where I witnessed the beginning of his transformation.....from being unsure about his future, and his choices, and still bearing the weight of his past, to someone on his way with his head held high, the promise of new friends and the quest for independence. In fact, there was even some joy in hearing him moan and groan the whole way home about how cruel it was that they would bring incoming freshmen in for a few days then send them HOME - when all they wanted to do was stay and be at college! Oh the injustice! Yes, someone else could have accompanied him on that trip and gathered the parental information if I had been cast in the part. But for me, it was so validating that in all the years of the single parent struggle, I had apparently done something right somewhere....and though I would LOVE to have been on stage, there is no question in my mind that I was where I was supposed to be - not just for him but also for the gift that I received there.
I have a few other memories I treasure this summer...saying no to camp counseling allowed me to help someone I know with his online coursework....proofreading/editing his papers - "we" got an A on both of them!...getting to see some friends who were visiting from Estonia, if even for a few precious hours ......spending a few days at Lake Erie (despite the meetings mentioned in previous post) one evening on a sightseeing cruise and the other watching a glorious sunset and while in Erie, had a chance to hang out with my nephew and his partner and eating gelato! I'm not sure which I enjoy more - the ways they make me laugh (the guys, not the gelato), or the fact that they laugh at my melodramatic family story telling. And, I've broadened my sand castle skills this summer....thanks to Jodi, whose husband's sandcastle I almost walked on while at Whipple Dam earlier in the summer. I can now almost build something other than my famous "drippy" sandcastle....and my attempts have given my family and friends something to laugh about.....even my mother commented how one of my towers looked like a phallus. Only she didn't use that word :) The woman who couldn't tell me herself about the birds and bees can now comment on my sandcastles without shame! A cookout with some coworkers also belongs on the list - fresh picked corn, a gorgeous sunset and lots of laughter - hard to beat. A few date nights squeezed in...that was nice too.. Running around a Pittsburgh casino til midnight with Melissa! Still to come this month:a cowgirl campfire "soiree'" in my backyard, spending a weekend with my son and daughter in law in their newly purchased house and a mini vacation getaway with my hubby.
I would love to be able to say that at no time this summer have I licked my wounds....or been told to "get over myself". Yes, the candle on my pity party cake every so often flickers back to life like those exasperating trick birthday candles that refuse to be blown out. But I keep coming back to: the things I so desperately wanted for the summer....that I seemingly "missed out" on have unexpectedly opened other doors. And the more I think about them, the more grateful I am. I guess that's what our parents and grandparents meant by that whole cloud and silver lining thing.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Ready, Set, Go!
Today is the day. It's time. I've been thinking about and even talking about, starting a blog this summer. Well, sad to say, summer is winding down, at least in terms of the dreaded days of heading back to school. So this is that day. I actually wrote this first post while sitting in a series of professional meetings. There is nothing else that makes me want to gouge my eyes out with an icepick quite like 3 consecutive days of Robert's Rules of Order and other such gatherings where I have to behave.
For many years I have felt like I had an extraordinarily creative person trapped inside of me. Ok, maybe not "extraordinarily creative" but definitely much more creatively expressive than what was happening on the outside. I sensed it when I heard a symphony (particularly the cello or French horn sections)...I felt it when I watched figure skating, or took in a beautiful painting or sculpture....or attended the ballet or live theatre....it chokes up when I read a good book or witness an indescribable moment in nature....or stare at a city skyline....you get the idea. So this person inside me pounds to get out while the self-perceived mediocrity persists on the outside. This blog is my attempt to release my creative prisoner. I'd love to say that I'm about to bust down some walls and go full tilt at all of it....but the reality is that I probably won't be pirouetting to the strains of The Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy any time soon...unless someone out there can direct me to a geriatric ballet company! Some dreams will remain just that... For now, anyway, here I am, blogging to the universe of cyberspace. I have always wanted to be a writer, too - and I've written many volumes about various and sundry topics...all in my head. Excepting of course, passionate letters to banks and businesses who have apparently wronged me (my family calls these DWB letters - a subject for another time), and the compulsory high school, college and grad school assignments....and then there was a lovely little short story I wrote decades ago that my charming younger sister dug out and read aloud to the boyfriend I had brought home from college. In a shrill voice. With a cockney accent. I think I burned it shortly thereafter. And this is probably my first creative writing adventure since then.
If you've read this far, thanks for joining in on the journey. Hopefully it will be an interesting ride. Oh and by the way, the fact that this blog is the beginning of releasing the muse within and I haven't come up with a catchy title for it is an irony that is not lost on me. Take care.
For many years I have felt like I had an extraordinarily creative person trapped inside of me. Ok, maybe not "extraordinarily creative" but definitely much more creatively expressive than what was happening on the outside. I sensed it when I heard a symphony (particularly the cello or French horn sections)...I felt it when I watched figure skating, or took in a beautiful painting or sculpture....or attended the ballet or live theatre....it chokes up when I read a good book or witness an indescribable moment in nature....or stare at a city skyline....you get the idea. So this person inside me pounds to get out while the self-perceived mediocrity persists on the outside. This blog is my attempt to release my creative prisoner. I'd love to say that I'm about to bust down some walls and go full tilt at all of it....but the reality is that I probably won't be pirouetting to the strains of The Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy any time soon...unless someone out there can direct me to a geriatric ballet company! Some dreams will remain just that... For now, anyway, here I am, blogging to the universe of cyberspace. I have always wanted to be a writer, too - and I've written many volumes about various and sundry topics...all in my head. Excepting of course, passionate letters to banks and businesses who have apparently wronged me (my family calls these DWB letters - a subject for another time), and the compulsory high school, college and grad school assignments....and then there was a lovely little short story I wrote decades ago that my charming younger sister dug out and read aloud to the boyfriend I had brought home from college. In a shrill voice. With a cockney accent. I think I burned it shortly thereafter. And this is probably my first creative writing adventure since then.
If you've read this far, thanks for joining in on the journey. Hopefully it will be an interesting ride. Oh and by the way, the fact that this blog is the beginning of releasing the muse within and I haven't come up with a catchy title for it is an irony that is not lost on me. Take care.
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