The world is in a crazy state, between wars and earthquakes, famines and floods....then just when it seems there can be no more, we're reminded of the national and global financial crisis.
Some think it's the end of the world. I'm beginning to wonder if they're right.
It's hard to be positive with so much going on....then to be told that dear friends are going to be battling cancer, it's just about beyond hard to take. But life goes on.
I have nothing, in comparison, to complain about....other than to wish, hope and pray there is an end to suffering. For everyone.
Tomorrow is another day, I'll write more then. For now....here's to life....it is what it is.
When a person is born with a creative spirit, they should be encouraged from an early age to pursue their muses. Otherwise, their lives get muddled up in a combination of frustration and guilt as they go through the days unfulfilled and despising their existence.
Parents have a grave responsibility not only to raise their children to be good and productive citizens, but to be happy and well-grounded, enthusiastic about life and confident in their abilities.
That can't happen if children are put down for being creative or unique. Children are people, people with abilities that deserve encouragement and support.
It took me years of fighting to get the chance to take an art course because my folks felt that girls should only learn to do things that helped them land "a little job until it was time to get married."
UGH!
While I'll never regret taking typing and cooking classes, it wasn't until the 10th Grade that school really had anything to offer me. That's when I was finally allowed to explore things like Creative Writing, Chorus, Fine Arts and Drama with any sort of formal instruction.
Music was another story. I'd taught myself a few chords on the guitar when still quite young.....even traveled around with one slung on my back most of the time when I wasn't in school or riding my bike.
Mother thought it was "nice," but thought that any notion of being a professional musician, performer or songwriter was unrealistic, and let me know it. Sad.
Well, I'm still fighting those mental blockages that try to hold me back...and have to keep reminding myself that I am the only person holding me back these days.
I am responsible for my own life....my past is gone, the future is mine.
So each day is a new chance to live it my way.
Back to blogging after a bit of a break, our hero takes a moment to play catch-up with any readers of "Fifty Five Is The New...." who've been wondering what's been going on since that year-plus endeavor.
Randi at the studio
"Fifty Five.." was a fun project. Keeping an almost daily record of thoughts, memories and so on was the perfect discipline for getting over writer's block.
But it did more than that, it helped me sort a few things out, state some goals and take the opportunity to learn from what's gone on so far in my life.
When my fifty-sixth birthday came along on April 14, 2011, the "Fifty Five.." blog came to an end, but not the desire to write, reflect, dream, hope, share, and hear from others who wanted to share as well.
Besides, I'd already acquired the blogging habit.
I tried writing a cooking blog, but Jack's health took a bad turn and my time was spent as his loving nurse, so there wasn't a lot of time for anything more than that. Poor guy wasn't feeling well at all. He's doing a lot better now, though. Yay!
Now that he's on the mend, I want to take up blogging again, but don't want to limit the subject matter to anything in particular. So, it'll be just about what ever comes out.....all things considered, that could be just about anything!
So if you're interested, come on along!
This one's running 'til the wheels fall off!
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