This week's topic:
NAME THIS LIFE: What would your memoir be called?
First off, let me just say that discussing my imaginary memoir makes me about as twitchy as deciding what I want on my tombstone or signing the 'donate my organs' line on my health card. Turns out I may be a little superstitious about one or two things (or twenty). Maybe that means my memoir should be called something like Worrywart. Think Bossypants only far more stressful and whole lot less funny.
Truthfully, if I were to sum up my life thus far in a title, what jumps to mind instantly is:
WAITING For WHO Knows WHAT
Waiting. Always waiting. If I could count the number of times that I've said internally or aloud, "It'll be better when [insert better-making event here]." I am the queen of always looking ahead to when my life will magically be all shiny and so much better than it is now. It'll be better when I graduate and have a teaching job. Wrong! It'll be better when we move to such and such a place. Not! It'll be better when blah blah blah raspberry sound blah blah.
The point of this is not to go all Eeyore on you, grumbling and moaning about my less than shiny life. Because I actually have a pretty darn good life, if I do say so myself. Everything may not have gone as I planned (when does it ever?), I may have accumulated some regrets and just as many I wish I hads along the way. BUT I have also made many good decisions and am the recipient of some really great things in life, not the least of which, a wonderful and supportive husband and family.
And yet, with all of my It'll be better whens, I'm completely letting my life pass me by. Here I am in my early-ish 30s still waiting for my life to start. Newsflash: Your life started more than 30 years ago. I think this is at least in part what prompted me to take control and start writing with hopes of someday (maybe) getting published. Following my dreams begins with me. It's not entirely dependent on my circumstances.
Which is why I've started organizing my life a little better. I've made a Monday to Friday schedule for myself that will hopefully make my life more "streamlined for maximum efficiency and to increase optimal results".* It's also why I've taken the bull by the horns and signed up for Change Write Now Round 2. My life is only as good as I make it NOW. If I keep waiting for when it'll be better, I'll end up looking like him:
It's definitely time I started enjoying my 'box of chocolates' as nutty as it might be, don't you think?
* From Crossed by Ally Condie (p. 10).
Picture Sources: Waiting For Snow by *StudioQube on deviantART (And I'm so not waiting for snow. We have more than enough, thank you very much.) and Skeleton Waiting for a Bus from here.