There are so many times over the course of the years that I have been asked, “Why aren’t you writing?” I have of course had the recurring fantasy of living in a log cabin somewhere with my husband and dogs, writing feverishly and getting paid gazzilions to do so, but it’s not about the money because I love it…and then I come back to reality.
Somewhere in the business of the 9 to 5 career, and trying to appease my Mid-Life Hormonal Hijacker (who has taken up residence somewhere in my body since the advent of peri-menopause, not sure where..the bastard IS stealthy..more on him later), and just life in general, there is not a bloody lot of time left for the more creative, soul-nourishing stuff of life – ie writing, painting, drawing. It seems to me that we get on a hamster wheel that we scream to get off of at times, but then we realize there is a mortgage to pay and we must “Adult” to “succeed” in this world.
I can almost remember the exact moment the whimsical time of nurturing our inner artist came screeching to a halt. In Grade 9 we were told we no longer had time for the “fun” classes, but it was time to buckle down and decide what we wanted to be as adults, and from that time forward we were herded through the Machinery of Matriculation full of maths and sciences, so that we could “Adult” productively and efficiently with little strain on the system. Therein came the end of Art Classes and Writing for fun. The goal was to get educated and become something that added value to society (not an artist or a writer because who could put food on the table doing that?).
This blog is an unfettered attempt at trying to find a place for the creativity I once cherished again, and find a place for the voice I know inside that has something to say. It may not be profound all the time. It may be cynical, it may be hopeful, really depends on the day. There are times when a well-placed rant or an F-Bomb just do wonders.
Having largely made peace with the past, I am attempting to navigate the future with a sense of hope (and perhaps a bit of sarcasm, witty repartee and some giggles along the way).
Some topics I will cover on this journey:
- How the Hormonal Hijacker Operates and How to Appease Him
- Wine. Enough Said..
- My Food Porn Addiction
- Messages of Hope I Would Like to Convey
- Marriage – Wait for the Banquet Don’t Settle For The Crumbs
- Adventures in Poop Rolling and Other Unsavoury Habits of The Fur Children
- On Loss – Because Grief is Real
- On Not Having Children
- Commentary on Whatever Hits Me At the Moment
- Anxiety and Depression – You Cannot Just Will It Away Thank You Very Much
These and other topics I hope to share with you and hope you will share your stories with me. It is a risk to put oneself out there. May we all take risks that add value to our lives and the lives of others.
“This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.”
― George Bernard Shaw