Connecting to the past can have unexpected results. As I attempted to make a few connections I found myself making comparisons. Naturally.
My dear 3rd cousin once removed is a professor at a major university.
Hey I did some substitute teaching one semester when I didn’t have anything else to do.
Another friend left technical theatre to become a chiropractor.
I’ve had back problems.
One friend left his teaching position with the theatre department of a small university and is now designing bathrooms.
I have a bathroom.
I have a friend that designed costumes for a play I did in college and he now teaches fashion design and has a design company.
I wear clothes. Uh, not designer fashions, but someone designed them for the rack, right?
Another friend has been in Japan for twenty years teaching elementary school.
Uh, I had a Japanese friend from Nagasaki or Okinawa, I forget. We worked as bartender and cocktail waitress together in a hotel lounge. Oh, oh..and I served four Japanese businessmen at my bar one night. Only one had a smattering of English, but he knew Jack Daniels and so did I. We had a great time!
Two or three friends are working and living in NY, NY.
I’ve been there and lived there for a couple of months looking for work. Interviewed with Radio City Music Hall. If I had stayed a bit longer, I would have gotten the job!
Geez, I’m such a loser. A great big ‘L’ appeared on my forehead overnight. That will make a serious impression when I go out looking for work.
I’m speechless. Again.
I have to say I’m grateful for a lot in my life. My kids. Both of them were raised with skillful neglect. Oh, and lots of love. We’ve had good times and bad, but we have survived to live and love another day.
We’ve never been hungry…or homeless. We are mostly healthy. And I love my Scottish-Canadian husband, even when I’m angry with him!
When I’m sewing or knitting, or building something, or creating a collage, or crocheting a doily, I’m happy and content. My hands are busy, my mind is engaged, my heart is happy. Designing a new knit project or drafting a pattern for a new bag brings me respite from any worry or aggravation the universe gives me. Reading a book, writing a blog, editing copy are all experiences I continue to love.
It seems everyone has a path to tread. None of us are losers in this planet populating experiment.
We simply do what humans do. We make choices. One choice leads to another. You bump into a hypothetical wall, you turn. Which way is not a right or wrong choice. It’s just a choice. I’ve been known to plow forward, stumble, regain my foothold, and forge on. I’m pretty sure we’re all in the same boat. I’m guilty of comparing apples and oranges in this instance since we are all unique. Even comparing apples to apples is rather silly. No two of those is alike either.
Yup…that ‘L’ isn’t for Loser. It’s for Loved, Lucky, Lover, Laugh, Learned, Lively, Life, Loyal, Luscious, Luxurious, and Lyrical.
That’s my story.
Have a great weekend.