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Kelly’s words

Of the many things my mother in law said to me, one of them was “write it down.” She’s not my mother in law by the strictest definition. I am not married but her son is my boyfriend and I was as close to her as one that was would be. She referred to me as her daughter or daughter in law and I called her my mother in law for so long it became reality. I spent a lot of time with her when she was in the hospital. It was bleak and the days were long but I wouldn’t change the time I had. It was there that we got to know each other even better.

She and I shared an aversion to being forgotten. The general idea of it is frustrating and upsetting. She left so much of herself behind that she won’t be. My boyfriend and I were given her laptop when she passed away. I used it to track down her contacts but found so much more. She wrote. A lot. It’s inspiring to read and is absolutely that raw, off the cuff way I used to write myself. It shouldn’t be lost on a hard drive. It is helping me get back into a groove and I love her for it.

So in Kelly’s words:

“There is a good reason 80% of great stories never get published-It's because they never get written. Write about what you know. Turn the font way up and never mind if it's not making sense in the beginning-just write it down. We don't put pen to paper anymore-because we have computers (which helps people like me who are confused by snarky cats, the bunny, traffic going by, birds tweeting, and life in general.) because the computer remembers. Don't fix the spelling mistakes, the grammar errors, and don't let ANYONE edit you. JUST WRITE. You got double vision? Make the font bigger. You can't remember what the hell you were writing about? Look at your notes, make notes. You don't feel like it one day, or one week> Fine, don't do it that day-but promise yourself you will go back. You have nothing to lose but ennui and an anxious feeling that life may indeed be passing you by. I refuse to let a disease, or circumstances or anything else define me. I will define me. I will not be sad and I will not be a drag around other people. If I cry when I am alone, that's my privilege. If the people who know me best are pretty sure that's what is going on, then for my sake they will pretend I am made of steel and let on to no one else what they suspect. In order to do that, I have to be busy and as productive as I can be. The rest is all conjecture.”

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Walking the puppy this morning I thought, maybe this is it. I was still half asleep (I am not a morning person) but the brisk air and light banter with my guy and our puppy woke me fully. So I thought maybe this is what I needed. Maybe this is what tips the balance in my favor as far as getting in shape. Maybe these daily walks will inspire daily gym sessions and yoga classes and re-ignite my fire for teaching and writing a book and making a lot of money and meeting more people and making a difference in their lives and buying that home and that car and going on amazing vacations with the man I love and the kiddos and and and...The thoughts flitted about and filled me with so much happiness. As they say on the internet That escalated quickly. They are day dreams but I hold on to them, yearning for something more in life, or more specifically to make something more and better of my life. Something that people will be proud of me for. It’s never too late to decide what you want to be when you grow up.

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Before I became so cynical I would write and pour my feelings out onto the screen. It was freeing, a triumph being able to so easily express myself. I went through a bad break up 6 years or so ago and my blog heard all about it. I could trace it back post by post like this map of mistakes I didn’t see moving past to present. I didn’t care, I just wrote. I would spend hours each day with my musings or stories, some just for me, some I put up on the blog and it felt good.

On every to-do list is Write. But I don’t. I’m not honest or brave enough to put it out there any more and I want to examine why. Start from there. See if that small talent I had for awhile is either just waiting for me or if it died due to lack of use.

I miss being whimsical and silly and not wrapped up in being responsible or beaten down by the day. It’s never too late. I have that as a refrain. It’s never too late.

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