Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?—-Mary Oliver
As mentioned in my post last month, this particular collection of words has stayed with me, and has truly become my flag to action, my push to create, to do!
So many times we proclaim loudly for all to hear, that one day, we will do that which we have always dreamed of doing, or becoming. We will learn to paint, run a marathon, start a small business, take an acting class, whatever it may be, it will no longer be a dream, for we will, by our actions, turn it into reality.
But life and its everyday battles can, and do, get in the way, and before you know it, time, that hasty sprinter that can outrun us all, has barrelled on by, leaving us coughing and sputtering in its wake. In what feels like a blink of an eye, five years has gone by, then ten, then twenty, and mouths agape we shake our heads and proclaim: How? How could this have happened?
I ran across a photograph the other day taken twenty years ago. After a very difficult transition in my life, I ran away with a close friend for the weekend, a long May 24 weekend nonetheless, to Paris, France. As I sat there on the steps of the Opera House in Paris, I believed with all my heart that finally the time had come for me to become the very best ‘me’ I could offer up. No more dreaming I pledged to self, it was time to start doing.
Twenty years ago. It feels like yesterday, and that is the trick that time likes to play on us.
Now becoming the very best a person can be, I strongly believe is a job that takes a life time, but I forgot to put time aside for what I loved to do best, which is writing. I let time scatter my empty pages, and I didn’t pay attention.
Well, I’m paying attention now. I promise.