Covid-19 cannot continue to be my excuse for not writing. I don’t think any of us thought this would become a way of life. But for now and the foreseeable future, it may be. I’m not fond of the term “new normal.” There is no more “normal.” We need a new word for normal. For me, for now, there’s a “Before” and there will be an“After.” We’re living in the In Between.
Does every day start to feel like Sunday to you, too? Some of us have been living in an endless weekend and we’re over it. So, until the In Between becomes the After, it’s time for us to get going. It’s time for me to get back to following my dreams.
I’m writing a semi-fictional memoir, a memoir as a novel. What I can’t remember, I’ll make up. By fictionalizing some of it, perhaps events will turn out differently. Certainly more entertaining.
I was not raised by alcoholics or drug addicts, or in foster care or a cult. I wasn’t beaten or kept in a cage. In spite of an ordinary, middle-class childhood, I still managed to arrive at adulthood a clueless mess. The biggest challenge of growing up was doing it with four sisters and being completely different than they were.
My story will begin when I became 18 because that’s when life got interesting. I turned eighteen in 1970, a child of the times. I feel fortunate to have been born a member of this generation. The Baby Boomers may not have been the greatest generation, but we were the best. We were the most fun.
I want to embrace my Baby Boomerness – who I am and why I am. Life turned out pretty damn well and sometimes I wonder – how the hell did that happen? My long and whiney road, lined with hilarity, tragedy, misadventures, and marriages, love and hate, and, finally, enlightenment, began fifty years ago. It’s been a wild and crazy trip and it hasn’t always been pretty. I’m ready to let it all hang out.
Years ago a friend gifted me a journal-type notebook called The One Hundred Year Life-Log. It’s structured for recording a person’s life history, beginning to end. Or near end. It allows one to reconstruct their past life quickly and recall memorable events. It permits those who have not kept a day to day diary to go back and up-date their lives. Once a life had been brought up-to-date, it permits the person to keep a running record.
None of us knows when our life-log ends. But I can’t help guessing. I do the math. I’m sixty-eight. I don’t think I’ll have to keep a record running for much longer. Ten years? Do I have thirteen years left? Something like that. This could be the last decade of my life. However much time is left for me, it’s the last leg of this journey.
The idea that anything can happen in the coming weeks makes diving into a creative project all the more important. I can’t do much about what is happening except vote and help where and how I can. I am thankful to have this new project to work on. I can forget what’s happening for a bit while I remember and write about all the days in the Before.
I find myself moved profoundly by the simplest phrases. For instance, I was watching a football game this Sunday, and on a sign in the back of the field were the words Dream Fearlessly. That is how I will go forward, following my dreams – fearlessly. How about you?
5 thoughts on “And The Dream Goes On…”
I believe a vaccine will be available in a few months and we will get back to normal really fast.
Boomers have had a hell of a ride, and it’s not over yet. Still some laughs and adventures ahead!
The creative fire 🔥 burns until the end
“At his hospital bed just after he passed away; he had left his pen and papers on top of the little side table. The papers were on his passion, his Unified Field Theory. The evening before he died, Einstein was hard at work writing and scribbling his thoughts and workings on this theory. A little later he stated to his nurse, “…I think I will rest for a while” and he placed the items on the table.”
I enjoyed this. Also I’ll have to look for the 100 year life log. Good idea. Glad you’re still alive. Elizabeth
Oh, BRILLIANT again! Geez, I absolutely LOVE your writing, Brix… and your attitude and “atmosphere” I find so appealing and magnetic in your blog… I enjoy it so much, and also appreciate being really inspired with each one I read… it’s always really a boost… partly because I know you and we’ve shared quite a bit, and partly because I’m objectively so impressed with all you’ve accomplished. Do you know Brené Brown? To me, you and your writing have the same mystique, the same kind of attractive (meaning “you attract”), and charming (I’m charmed by the persona/life that you weave in your writing) presence/energy that she does. You’re not LIKE her — I don’t mean that atall — but to me your energy has that same irresistible appeal… I keep feeling that same feeling I often have when I read a particular author and think, Wow, I’d love to have her for a friend… and then I remember — you ARE my friend! Omigod, how cool is that?!! Thanks, my friend. I love you.
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Lovely, Brix! Thanks for sharing. Looking forward to your new pages.