It’s been a while since my last blog entry. I’d forgo the cliché of saying “how time flies” except it’s obviously too late for me to do that now. But there’s a reason clichés are clichés. They often hold a certain truth that can be universally felt. And maybe they become annoying to hear for that exact reason: We already know it’s blatantly true without bothering to say or hear it. Hmmm…I don’t think I want to think about how much time just flew by as I typed these non-words of wisdom…
The events of the last couple of years have been very life-changing for me, in that big-picture, how-I-see-the-world-and-what-I want-to-do-in-it-while-I’m-here sort of way. Funny how dealing with the death of loved ones, or other challenges of life, can end up making you feel more alive than ever.
Given my life-and-death comments above, I’d like to add that some people have asked if my novel, Life’s Attic, is autobiographical in any way. It’s flattering to hear that the characters and story I created ring true enough to be considered “real life.” But aside from tiny snippets of real-life inspiration in the novel, it is all fictional.
I’ve also been thinking lately about another adage, the one about how we can’t always control what happens, but we can try to control how we react to whatever does happen. Within reason of course, we can choose to be happy, to be grateful for what is and for our opportunity to experience our lives.
I find myself reawakening to possibilities, trying new things, feeling fearless in a way I never expected, but one I don’t ever want to be without now.
Maybe it’s a gift from those who have died, those who have changed forms before us. A reminder or clue to get out there and live. And be happy. Go for what you want now because there’s no better time than the present. Talk about clichés. But talk about truth too.
It can, however, feel too daunting to try to deal with all the complexities of life on a daily basis. Maybe that’s why I end up viewing my life in chunks, broken into fewer, more manageable pieces I can better wrap my head around. I don’t have to figure it all out, just work on the chunk I’m addressing at the moment, living right now.
If history is any indicator, there will always be chunks of time that fly by and leave me wondering, “Where did it go?” But the thing is, I don’t want to go back, I want to keep having more “forward” instead. Not living in the past, but bringing the past along in my heart, for joy’s sake, and for gratitude’s sake. Who knows what the future will be, but I’m thinking and planning for it, and getting a kick out of knowing how rarely those plans turn out as planned. Life sure can be a funny thing, so why not laugh while we’re living it?