I was talking with a good friend about life choices. What makes someone choose a writing life...or walk away from it?
Why do we turn left instead of right?
She had said that even when I walk away from something it's with the intent of walking toward something else.
That's very much true, especially now.
I'm not willing to do things I dislike anymore. Now that I'm retired from Corporate America, I'm entitled to do the things I love, the things I want to do, and to work with people who appreciate me.
Becoming seriously ill recently kind of cemented that for me too.
The other day we watched "Mary Poppins". I always look up the history of the players from old films. I like to see what had become of them. I was shocked to learn the little boy from the film, Matthew Garber died of pancreatitis at twenty-one. Twenty-One. That's so incredibly sad.
Some of us never get a chance to realize our dreams. Others never get started.
Not that there aren't good reasons and obstacles before you start your journey. For myself, some detours and roadblocks were made by my own 'border collie' mentality. "Never start something new until you've finished the old" is my motto.
Sometimes it's responsibility to family, or earning a living, or getting enough education before you can begin to follow your dreams. The important thing is to eek out a little happiness for yourself along the way.
As John Carter of Mars said...
Take up a cause, fall in love, write a book.
If you died one hour from now, what would you regret most?
PS I've regained some use of my hand but I still can't make a fist. Little steps, right?
Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today. ~James Dean