Okay y’all, I’m a little late coming to the Share Your world this week, and for some reason, the text in my post is being very strange. I’m way to tired to figure it out so if it’s difficult to read, I apologize. Just WordPress being WordPress I guess. Maybe they changed something and I’m not aware of it, but as I said, way too tired to figure it out. Like, this week I’ve just been drained. It’s been nothing but videos and maybe knitting for me the past four days. That’s why it’s taken me so long to get around to this. Typing is exhausting. But here we are. And now, on to the questions. As always, head on over to Melanie’s blog to see other people’s contributions and play along if you want to.
If not now, then when? Someday. Soon. Eventually. Maybe. Way back when I was a kid, I saw The King and I on stage in San Francisco. It was a school field trip, we also saw Fiddler on the Roof. Of course, we saw the matinee and not the star performances, but they were still good. Anyway, there’s a line in The King and I that the King says that always stuck with me. He was telling Anna to do something and it was three in the morning and she was like, “Now? at three am?” and he said something along the lines of “Now? of course now. Now is always the best time.” People think that there are way more memorable quotes in that play/movie, but for some reason, that is the one that’s always stuck with me. Then again, I’m a person who lives in the Now, so yeah, now is always the best time.
Can you describe your life in a six-word sentence? This too shall pass. Yep, it’s only four words, but that’s all I need, because it describes my life to a “t”. Everything and everyone passes through. It could take hours, days, months or years, but eventually, what’s here will be gone — the good and the bad. Though I guess that could be said about everyone’s life. I suppose the difference is, that I’ve come to accept the impermanence of people and things in my life as a given. And while I don’t become attached to anyone or anything, I love them while they are here with me because I know they can be gone *snap* just like that. Life is temporary. Everything is temporary. It amazes me how ruthless time is, but eventually everything will crumble to dust, and I’m kind of okay with that because I know that there’s nothing I can do to stop it. So why worry about it?. This isn’t existential dread, dear reader, it’s just an acceptance of the ephemeral nature of… well… nature. It’s the very reason why I live in the Now.
Do you remember that thing people used to say, about how you swallow eight spiders a year while you sleep? It’s not true, but do you think you’ve ever swallowed any? What bug do you think you’ve eaten the most of by accident? Ants. Without a doubt. I can’t even count the time I’ve picked up a drink took a sip and found an ant in the straw. California and Florida were both crawling with ants, and in the summer they were everywhere. I now have a low-key fear of ants in straws because it’s happened so often when I was a kid. I’ve seen other people swallow flies accidentally but that’s never happened to me (to my knowledge) but I have swallowed, and almost swallowed, ants. Blech.
What’s the best approach to resolving conflict? Hmmm. I used to be one of those people that bit the bullet and walked steadfastly into conflict just to get it over with. Now I’m more of a If I ignore it long enough, maybe it will go away. kind of person. I know that avoiding conflict isn’t a good resolution, but honestly, I’m just too tired to deal with it. And sometimes it does go away, so there’s that. But eventually I do have to bite the bullet and deal with it head on, just to get it over with. I was never a guns a-blazing kind of person, but I like to think that I didn’t run from my battles. Okay, as I get older, I chose my battles way more carefully and avoid trivial skirmishes. Gotta save up the energy for the bigger wars, you know?
Where do you find inspiration? All around me. But I’ll be honest, I find that I’m inspired by the work of others. I’m not good at creating something from nothing, but I am actually pretty awesome building something from the bones of something else. When it comes to any art but writing that is. Like what I do when editing pictures in Photoshop, which I love to do. I tried my hand at photography, but I kind of suck at it. I’m way better at taking something else someone else has done and adding to it or changing it in some way. Unfortunately, that’s frowned upon in today’s society. It’s considered “stealing”. It was way more acceptable in the past — imitation is the sincerest form of flatter and all that. And I don’t know how it will be looked upon in the future, but today, it’s just not done. All of the pictures I use on my blog are free to use, by the way, so it’s okay. I search them out specifically for that reason. When I used to write — poetry and short stories — I was inspired by my life. Nearly everything I wrote was autobiographical in nature — just very fictionalized. I suppose that’s why I don’t write as much anymore, my life just isn’t as exciting as it once was, so there’s no need to write about it. That and the meds. It could also be the meds. Ha! Why not write about my past? I hear you ask. I mean there’s a wealth of inspiration there. And it’s a good question. And the answer is simply… I don’t live there anymore. I’ve said it before, I live in the Now. The past is like a distant dream. Even Washington which was not really that long ago feels like I dreamt the whole thing, so my mind isn’t as good at conjuring up the emotions and feelings it needs to write about it. And no one wants to read about a content, but fatigued, housewife. So, yeah.