I considered many facets of beginning a blog of my own and not for just the moment we are in, but long before. A writer by birth, it only makes sense that I would eventually evolve into the newest modem of communication. With of course, the exception of endless texting in which our society, specifically our younger generations are utilizing.
Ah yes, my only son Chad, nearly 21 years of age is catching the fever of the movement. Drewster, our yet older, emotionally adopted son (previous foster child) who is more like a brother to Chad than not, persists in such practices to a fault, leaving Chad to follow suit or be left behind. So, it is, Drew is known for not being the keenest driver on the roads, after a few new vehicles to his credit... Alas, admits proudly he has mastered the art of driving and texting all at the same time.
The only promising outcome of such erroneous decisions is that Chad reserves the right to be the designated driver for the most part. Funny, to think we put that term with alcohol and other mind altering substances... Not texting!
My beloved husband of twenty seven years, tends to get rutted in the past in some ways. Fairly stated, most of these are never detected to anyone less knowing than myself... However, he has and continues to maintain a few double standards around such considerations.
Admittedly, he is the first to complain about the driver, be it male or female, in front of him talking on the cell phone. But has he ever talked on the cell while behind the wheel? By the sheer notion of how this is stated, need I say more? But texting is beyond him.
I can handle the texting in itself... But all those wonderful little acronyms often leave me scratching my head and bewildered, at least for a time.
Can't we simply apply "The Secret" to this too? Sure! Just think positive - believe you know what they mean and sure enough... It just comes to you! Who cares if your definition was incorrect? After all, we do live in a generation of marching to our own beat, so why not?
Now don't go taking me out of perspective here... "The Secret" is not a bad thing, in fact, quite the contrary, at least in my reality. For the most part I have to agree with the whole visualization principles and so on that are taught within.... Hence, my very purpose in identifying it in the title of my blog...
There are a few obstacles in life and of course, those unsightly pot holes that we simply can't see until our tire is flattened or the vehicle in which we travel is out of alignment...sometimes worse. So it is in my life as well. Don't kid yourself; even those who practice this teaching by the minute face difficult decisions, sad moments of which they are forced to embrace in one way or another. And believe it or not, on occasion they even get a cold or flu bug. They have to learn the latest technology in's and out's, the same as you and me. Truth be known, I'd be willing to bet they even put their pants on one leg at a time.
It occurred to me that I could, just as many hundreds of thousands before me, be one of the known and well off. It was actually beyond my imagination for the most part... But it hit me a year ago. I'm a writer for crying out loud! A darn good one at that! I have essay awards and memorable praises that date back more years than I wish to admit.
One such pot hole in my life came to me at a time I was unable to understand the magnitude of it all. Yes, let me be the first to admit that I have been banished from a small but well known publication. It came with regard to the power of the pen and how I moved people, a listening audience, to not only emotional tears, but to pro-active petitioning. If those very readers only knew I had been banished by the editor. In all fairness he was stuck. He was forced to submit to the power of the dollar by an advertising patron who despised my selected article. An article of which had previously been published by the very editor who then apologetically shared his regrets in having to let my talent go by the wayside.
I was still young in thought and heart... But now, today, with renewed vigor and understanding, I embrace the reality of what had once demoralized me. It had left me wanting to stay clear of the very place I had frequented so many times before and then wrote of. It was the worst sort of pot hole! Now, the pot hole is filled in. I understand, the words were not only strong, but true and in the strength of this gift, I had received a great honor! I had in fact, made it... But in my innocence, I misread the out come as failure.
I am back... My first book is in publishing. Not controversial in nature, but accepted and hopefully soon to be released and seen in bookstores across the country... My first movie script is in the hands of a marketing editor/agency to be promoted to producers. And, best of all, I have only just begun.
It is never too late to discover the true secret that lies within each of us, the gift that gnaws at your very soul and won't let go. It is the source of our total and complete contentment, the purpose of our life and all that implies. We are not the sole of our dreams, goals and/or God given gifts/talents... But we need to realize they are a key element in who we are and where we were always intent on ending up.
I hope to stay alive and well with this new undertaking, hopefully offering a new twist on life from the past, present and future with each submission. But most of all, I delight in the knowledge that someone or maybe several someone's will enjoy the journey, and even find a means of personal growth and self fulfilling prophecy for themselves in sharing with me as I go.
