Before I commence writing this week’s post, I’ll share a pic from last winter when I went cross country skiing with Nan Nan the Holdup Man at Moser Creek. (Hyalite Canyon) Here we see the intrepid sheepdog, Mr. Puzzle, peeking out from between her knees. He loves to go skiing!
Ahhhh, writing. How it pussyfooted its way to the front door of my life. What a sneak. For awhile it slunk around the back, knowing I’d never let it near the main entrance, let alone INVITE IT IN!
But I did and only then did I see the bow with notched arrow. Right before that shaft of passion found its mark I had a split second. A quick sidestep would have saved me. Too late now. I accepted my destiny. The life I lived before is no longer. I am not a gourmet cook anymore pouring over my Bon Appetite Magazines, nor the avid gardener of veggies or flowers that I used to be. I spent years canning, drying, and freezing food including chutneys, jams, jellies, relishes, and pickles besides the usual tomatoes, applesauce, sauerkraut, peaches, pears, green beans, sweet corn, morel mushrooms, etc. Even the other passions in my life, horseback riding and acting (not ‘up’, I mean on stage!) and watercolor painting have moved back to make room for writing.
My dad thought I was a writer. So did teachers and eventually my husband and friends. I ignored them. Maybe red flashing lights in my subconscious, warning that life as I knew it would come to a screeching halt, were almost visible on the periphery.
See, I can’t even write “come to a screeching halt” comfortably since I am aware it is a cliche’ and therefore to be avoided. Of course the more I learn about writing (and I can’t stop wanting to learn more) the more responsible I become to do it well, like running a good race. Which is why I am madly in love with my writer’s group.
Passion carries a suitcase stuffed full of inspiration. There is a built in combination lock on the case. Desire and patience help me remember the numbers to turn to.
I can’t help but wonder what has become of the me I used to know. Is that Suzee still around? Yeah, she just needs better tools for structure. Cause other than the things you love to do that are not the great big ‘ol passion, what about the dreaded fitness routine?
And cleaning and laundry and grocery-getting and well, fill in the rest for yourself! I can’t get up a minute earlier, having reached my tolerance level for that horrid sound of my alarm clock.
What’s your number one passion? (Besides God and family.) Any tips on fitting the other things that make you you into the days that are flying by at warp speed?
**photos thanks to Pinterest