Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Friday, April 11, 2014

J is for Journey




“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” 

Before I left for college my mother gave me a poem, which I sadly I have not been able to find again, about life being a journey not the final destination.

I had spent the four years of high school working towards the goal of getting into college.  Now I was prepared to spend four years so I could be an adult.  I was so focused on the goal of college I missed out on the here and now and my astute mother was afraid I would do the same thing for the next four years.  Instead of a lecture she gave me a wonderful poem about the train ride and enjoying all the stops along the way.  This poem was on my desk for all of college and was a wonderful reminder of my mother's love and to enjoy the moment.

The journey of writing has been so much fun, and as Hemingway said, I have a destination in mind but I am really enjoying the trip.

I hope everyone takes a moment to reflect on this and make sure they are enjoying the trip and not too focused on an end result to miss the fun of getting there.

Thanks for spending a few moments here, I hope you enjoyed them.

Monday, April 7, 2014

F is for Finding Life


'Finding Life' is the working title of my book.  I say working because if I go with a publisher that could change and there is one other book out there with this title.

I love this title because I think it fits the story perfectly and because it is what happened to me when I discovered writing.

I had given up so much of myself for my children, especially my creative endeavors.  I could not work on stained glass while I was pregnant, then I couldn't have trays with shards of glass around with a toddler nor could I have paints or an easel.  I also had to give up scuba diving when I was pregnant and constantly trying to get pregnant.  It is something we still haven't had added back to our life because it is a full day away and the cost of diving and the sitter are exorbitant.  Plus we would have to travel for the really good diving and that is out of our budget, thanks to kids sports and day care costs.  

It took me a while to notice that I no longer had creative endeavors.  The artistic photos I used to take had been replaced by photos, many photos, of my children doing everything.  All of my stained glass equipment had long since been forgotten and even if I dragged it out I didn't have time to sit around and work on it or any place safe to leave out projects in progress.  While sitting at one of my son's many long and boring practices I started writing.  The words poured out of me and when I was home and had time to think about my day I realized it was the first time in a long while that I felt fulfilled.  I was not tired and worn out I was anxious to get back to my notebook.

Writing itself has helped me get back my creative energy and fulfilled my life but then when I joined the community of writers I have met and made friends with the most amazing people.  Something none of my other creative endeavors had ever done to this extent.  The writing community is wonderful.

Even if I never progressed forward and published anything I am so fulfilled and happy with the time I spend writing and the people that I have met that is all the reward I need.

Thanks to everyone who has joined and helped me on this journey.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Lessons Learned

Unfortunately, with my kids in the car, we were rear-ended on Friday.  It was very traumatic for my daughter, and when my son learned he was missing his baseball game and first time as starting pitcher, upsetting for him as well.

I heard the car coming.  I clenched my hands, tensed my back and neck, and gritted my teeth as I watched the car plow into me and push my car into the one in front of me.  I know that being relaxed would have served me better, as I sit here still sore and aching, but knowing didn't override my body's automatic reactions.

The next day my son asked me to take him somewhere.  We had to get there quickly as they were closing and the street we would have to drive, like the one we had the accident on, would be filled with stop and go traffic.  I tensed again.  I looked at my husband, eyes pleading, and said, "Your father will take you."  My son said, "No, I want you mom."
My husband, happy to stay ensconced on the couch said, "See you later."
I looked at him pleading him again with my eyes, unwilling to admit that I was nervous to drive in stop and go traffic.  He was not getting it and time was running out, the store would be closed soon.
"My car was towed.  Honey, you take him."
"You can take my car."  I thought of the huge, heavy, hard to stop truck he was telling me to drive.  I have a mid-size sedan.  I don't enjoy driving his car on a normal day.  Today it seemed treacherous.  Yet I did not want to admit this fear.  I looked at my son and knew I didn't want his life in my hands again.

I admitted my fear and got the flack I expected.  I was left alone to research concussions and think about what I was feeling.  I cannot stop driving.  In fact I love driving, fast.  I purposely take the longer way to work because it is a fast, curvy, bumpy road; in short fun.

I have myself scoffed at people before for letting a fear stop them from doing a normal function of daily life.  I in fact know someone who will not drive and someone else who will not drive on the freeway, another will not go over bridges or drive at night.  I never mocked or berated but was internally shocked at their seemingly inane limitations on their lives.

I had to go to work later that night and I had to drive the large, hard to stop truck.  I was fine but I did drive a bit slower, left more room when I stopped and I noticed the fog rolling in.  It was at the level of the road on my way to work.  Normally I would have returned home the same way but instead I went inland to avoid the fog when I drove home two hours later.

Internally I was berating myself for being a wuss.  Why would I be doing that?  I had an accident, one that I am still feeling the effects of.  Aren't we supposed to learn from our mistakes?

If I continue to act in the same manner as before this accident is doomed to repeat itself.   Yes, I was at a dead stop but I was too close to the car in front of me so when the driver behind me failed to stop she plowed me into that car, making the accident worse.

I do need to rethink my actions and change my behavior but I cannot let this accident dictate my behavior out of fear.  Caution to protect my children and myself yes but fear that stops me from thinking rationally and gives into the tiniest of voices saying don't drive yet, don't drive the kids, would only reek havoc on our lives and would not be helpful.  If I give in to that voice I could be such a tentative driver that I would cause more accidents and not avoid them.

I have learned from this accident how precious life is and that stopping further behind a car and traveling further back based on speed is something I will start doing now.   I would be an idiot to make the same mistakes and expect a different outcome.  It is not wussy to make the safer choice it is wiser.  Me and everyone else out on the road have a lot to live for.

Be Safe!