Sunday, May 29, 2011
Make your own music!
My youngest granddaughter, Nicole, at the Magic House Children's Museum making music, plinking away on the bells.
Composing thoughts, words, music,
playing her own tune,
doing it her way.
This photo reminds me of the latest book I am finally getting around to reading, Eat, Pray, Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert. It is a proven fact that when little girls are young, they have wonderful hopes and dreams, and then as they mature and find a boyfriend, they trade their dreams for the collective dream and yield way too much and too often to their partner. I was talking to some women (mothers) the other day who all wondered where THEIR dreams had vanished, if they'd ever recapture them. In the name of compromise, women often lose themselves.
In my twenties I devoted myself to motherhood.
In my thirties I was dissatisfied, but I didn't know what I wanted; I only knew what I didn't want.
In my forties I knew what I wanted and pursued my dreams and happiness.
In my fifties I discovered a whammy load of self-confidence aka: I don't care what you think of me; this is who I AM.
Now, in my sixth decade of life, it is not through rose colored glasses I view life, not blindly I follow, no longer shading my eyes from the truth; it is as though I have progressive lenses through which I clearly see my past, present and future.
I have the correct balance of hindsight and foresight. Hindsight is illuminated, and I can see clearly all the muck and reasons why I waded through it way back then. I am as much to blame for my issues as any other person I might have blamed.
I enjoy and appreciate every moment of the present as the gift it is.
I know my future holds greatness, heartaches, hopes and more dreams ... collective dreams for all of our children and grandchildren who will deal with their own issues in all of the relationships of their lives. I do hope they can each march to their own drummer, toot their own horn, instead of allowing someone to play them like a fiddle.
Life is a symphony, be your own composer, make your own music!
Yesterday, I finally got my groove back. I wrote and submitted seven essays. Once the creative juices started flowing, I couldn't stop the outpouring.
Today, I have to write two early childhood articles for my column.
Tomorrow, I shall rest. These are my plans. Life has a way of getting in the way, so I will whistle while I work, play or relax this holiday weekend. And I shall be grateful for the many folks who gave their lives for my freedom to pursue my dreams.