Saw that phrase on a button - it rings so true for me. So, in spite of already having what seems like a gazillion other blogs in the works, here I am initiating yet another.
For some who basically & happily mooshes more aspects of my life into one cozy configuration, I do NOT like the idea of lumping all my thoughts, hope, dreams, (mouthy) opinions under one blog.
So, how does this newest fit into my galaxy of blogging endeavors?
It will chronicle my third act. I predict The Author saved all the best bits for here & now, that I'll turn in my best performances ever. I see the blog as a celebration, a record, of my stepping more fully onto the stage of my life, a place to write about the excitement that rushes through & infuses every aspect of my being as the curtain goes up on my own third act. Mom lived to 91 & I'll be 60 this February, so I guess this surely counts as an intermission between my second & third acts.
And it truly does seem that we've saved our best for the third act! Tomorrow afternoon, John meets with the manager of the New Hope & Ivyland Railroad gift shop. Tomorrow morning, I'm writing to Jim Junge about getting together about a matter of great mutual interest.
Turns out that Jim & I have two key things in common - strong feelings about General Church menbers & Academy grads having a stronger connection with the church & school AND neither of us has a clue how long we have to make a last bow contribution to the organizations to which we pledge our love & loyalty (Jim being 90, while my health is a tad iffy). After reading his article in the current New Church Life re: increasing contribution levels, it's very possible that I'm an ideal marketing-oriented foil to Jim's more businessman bottom line perspective.
How swiftly things change. A month ago, I was all atwitter over getting Cyber Access for the Technically Timid funded, up & running. That seem a bit bogged down Just read a Walt Disney quote, something I could have said just as easily - "Biggest problem? Well, I'd say it's been my biggest problem all my life. MONEY. It takes a lot of money to make these dreams come true."
It does take money to make dreams come true. And it can feel daunting trying to explain how what I want to do offers incredible dividends because it's all intangible, no collateral. In fact, it's possible John & I could be out of the house within a few months, as our taxes are once again due, the money we'd set aside to cover them was eaten up by unexpected home improvements, and there are no guardian Earth Angels to help cover the $$$. It might sound incredible, even inconceivable, but I'm at peace with whatever happens.
Fact is, last year I couldn't have handled such a blow. I was adrift, my energy fields flagging, my sense of purpose at low ebb. This year, my feet are on the ground & I know where I am going. My life has the meaning, the purpose it was always & forever meant to have. And that's what's crucial to me, not where I might be living a few months from now.
Very strange, very true. And neatly summed up by an artist interviewed in the PBS special, Craft in America - We are creatives. We will follow our true path. If we starve, we starve.
Almost leapt from the couch when I heard that - YES! that's precisely how I feel. Whether we head into fair weather or rough seas, both of us will be together, coming from our truest selves. We are creatives. We will follow our true paths. If we starve, we starve.
My dearest hope is that everything turns out fabulously well for EVERYONE. My plan is to create a substantial enough income stream from Cyber Access for the Technically Timid (CATT) to cover my portion of expenses, taxes & an occasional spirit-zooming trip out to Sioux Falls.
From the way things appear headed, income from John's artwork could hit or exceed what he was making back in his glory (pre-computer) days. And our various income streams will allow me the time to volunteer with the church & Academy, developing programs that make members & alums feel welcome, feel a sense of connection, of MUTUAL love & loyalty.
Who would have guessed a month ago that I'd turn out to be Mama Rose? "We'll be swell! We'll be great! Starting here, starting now - honey, everything's coming up roses!!"
Intermission - over.
House lights dim.
The curtain rises on Act Three.
Cue my best lines!
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