August 5, 2017)
(And now, a year and a half later, too much of this is still true. Truly, it is time for change
My brain is going all over the place. Scattered. Lack of focus.
Maybe I really do
need to do that DIY MFA (https://diymfa.com/) with lots of reading—and writing. Maybe I do long for my dream of intentional community where I could be the granny teacher/facilitator/intellectual/thinker.
Is it all right to dream? Or is it greedy? Or foolish? Or self-centred?
I happened to listen
to an interview on CBC Radio with Harold Johnson, author of "Firewater: How Alcohol Is Killing My People (and Yours)." He said we believe stories. That's why they are so powerful. But if a story is casting us as victims (or other negative things) we need to change the story. We need to make a new story and believe it and act on it.
I think that is right. He talked about "the drunk Indian" story but I think it is also true about other stories we tell ourselves. Or stories others have told us about ourselves and have accepted.
Personally, I think that is why I feel so tired, exhausted, sort
of depressed these days: I am believing
- I am old. (Is 62 really too old to start something fresh and new? Nah ... right?)
- I am likely going to
have dementia since my mom and both her sisters have died from it, so it seems like it might be hereditary (but her brother is in his eighties and is still an active lawyer, so what about that?) (and all the girls' dementias were different types, from different causes). And every time I have a little "forgetful moment" (peoples' names, occasional words), I panic and think, "Oh no, it's already happening, so there's no point, no hope in starting something new."
- I can't afford to start something fresh and new because we've always been on the edge financially, and hubby is on disability, and we don't have a big pension to look forward to (and anyway, getting rich ... or even too comfortable ... is potentially dangerous, sinful, isn't it? I seem to recall hearing that little sermon many times back in the day).
- I never got a chance
to get my PhD because I made "choices" (bad ones, apparently) so I don't deserve to be a specialist or an expert or whatever. (And anyway, that's not a Christian woman's place in the world, is it? Another sermon I heard a lot back
in the day...)
- I'm tired of "obeying" other people, doing what they think is best for me, but all my life I've been obedient (yeah, submissive) to people in "authority" because that is what women (and especially Christian women) are supposed
to do? Yep, I'm feeling really
rebellious about that sermon...
- I'm kind of "stuck" with tutoring and editing because they make me enough money to pay the bills ... even though I want to do less of them and more writing.
- When I look at all the writing out there in the big wide world, I tell myself I have nothing truly
significant to write about, and I'm really not that smart ... and even if I am smart (I must have been a wee bit smart since I was in the gifted program in school, and completed university in fewer years than normally expected, right?) ... anyway, even if I am relatively smart, I should be humble and not let on ... (yes, another oft-heard sermon).
Right. Those are stories I have bought into. Those are stories I want to toss.
I've been doing what I believe. But I don't want to believe those stories anymore.
I want to create new stories. Positive stories. It's time! Now!
Dare I? I so, so, so want to!
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