Good morning my Friends. I seem to be having a challenging time getting my writing act together this morning. Too many choices, too many possible directions. Aborted starts and stops, headed somewhere, going nowhere. Come to think of it, that sounds as bit like my life, doesn’t it?
It sounds quite a lot like your life, and like many others, We might add.
Shakespeare got it right when he said that all the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players. So true. So many roles, so many parts, so many characters.
Recently someone asked about my career. That’s a tough question and the answer is elusive because I never really had a well-defined career path. I just kind of zig-zagged my way through life selling whatever came along that I believed in enough to sell. I usually lasted for about six years in each venture, and like a butterfly that sucked the essence out of each flower, I moved on to the next available role as soon as the essence had been extracted. I didn’t exactly appear to be the pinnacle of stability. In my defense I will say that my references were always outstanding—except for my three-month three-month stint selling prearranged funerals. That was the pits and earned me my first and only mutual bye-bye experience. Always in each role though, there was learning to be done, skills to hone, a craft to master. Juicy essence indeed.
Though “Flaky” may have been my middle name, there were three constants that were the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, three passions that moved me forward on the path in spite of occasional zig-zags and side trips on my disjointed career path. Whatever the job du jour, I always kept my eye upon the donut and not upon the hole. The donut was writing, cheerleading, and the search for enlightenment, not necessarily in that order.
There are so many roads to travel, so many choices, so many options to explore, so many possibilities, each one with its own set of consequences, with its own unique outcome. Which one to pursue? Decisions, decisions. Not always my strong suit.
Hmmm. Maybe there’s a way to toss my three passions into a blender and have them come out as a delicious smoothie. Or maybe I’m confusing the blender with the holy grail.
Huh. I started out quoting Shakespeare and now I’ve morphed into Donna Quixote.
Well my Friends, it seems I’ve done all the talking here. I didn’t leave any room for You. In closing, is there anything that you would like to say?
Indeed, we would. We are delighted that you are choosing to do what makes you truly happy. Your willingness to overcome your misgivings about your writing commitment is a major step up the ladder toward enlightenment. It is an assignment, and you are fulfilling it. That you are doing so makes Us happy. You have our continuing love and support.
And that makes me happy. Thank you for being my cheerleaders, dear Friends.