Another birthday will arrive next month. I’m amazed at how
quickly the years have passed. It seems I was just a child the other day and
then a teenager, trying to figure out who I was. Then came the college years,
finding love and trying to figure out who I was. Then parenthood and the “adult
work world” and trying to figure out who I was.
Now my children are grown, that work world surprisingly
changed after almost two decades. I’ve been granted many experiences I wouldn’t
ever had chosen. I’ve felt sadness I never thought was possible and joy that
cannot be described honorably. I’ve moved on with my life at points when there
seemed no direction, no way out. I’ve learned things I never knew mattered and
they’ve changed my life in huge ways, making me realize just how small a
particle I am in this big dust ball called life.
It’s been amazing to grow up during this period of
technological advances. I’m old enough to say I grew up with a black and white
television, with just a few channels and a radio in the house. Yet, now I
contemplate writing this blog on a computer that could reach an endless amount
of readers; people I don’t even know. A cell phone sits near me. Communication
is everywhere. It’s a struggle to escape it and find solitude when needed.
So, why write a blog? Why not? Do all questions need to be
answered? I don’t think so. Not anymore. It seems as though the biggest lesson
I am being taught is: be here now, in this moment. Nothing else really matters.
You can’t change what’s already happened and you can’t control what’s going to
happen – no matter how strongly you think you can. Trust me, I’ve put that one
to the test since I was a child and been proven wrong a zillion times. Even if
you think you controlled the outcome of something, you are in for a surprise
later when life teaches you that you were just a small part of that picture.
So, here I am - now. I’m going to write a blog because it
feels “right.” I’m experiencing so much every day that seems to open doors and
turn-on lights, that I’m compelled to write about it. Maybe others will enjoy
reading about my experiences. Maybe not. I’m not concerned with that because
I’m not going to do this to feed my ego. I feel a sensory over-load lately and
I think this might be a good way to let some stuff escape. Join me if you wish.
I think it’s going to be a fun ride.
So, where to begin….I
am the youngest of five children and the only girl. My parents were old when
they had me – elderly (I thought as a child)! My mother was 43 and my father
was 51. My oldest brother is seventeen years older than me and even the
youngest oldest brother is eight years older. In a way, I was an only child. I
had older brothers blaring Led Zeppelin from the funny smoke-filled basement
get-away and a mother born during the depression who loved the “big band era.”
I got to see a lot of extremes.
I feel like they started when I was eight and my father was
diagnosed with cancer. Within a year he was gone. That’s when the extreme
experiences began. It’s been a hell of a ride since then and like I said, it’s
gone by like a plastic bag on a windy day – whoosh! Blowin' in the wind...
So sorry about the double post!
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