The thing that has made a big difference in my life is keeping promises to myself. No matter how long it takes, no matter how much procrastination I forgive myself for, I keep my promises. I also do not make promise I won’t keep.
I have a friend, mentor, much loved supporter who is a fabulous photographer. She has for the last few years encouraged, begged, lambasted me into doing a photography blog. I said: I will, i will promise. I promise. That promise mixed with other awareness and suggestions have me home, New Years Eve blogging the new year in.
I turned 50 this year. My son turned 30. I became a grandmother (grAMMI). I am a year and half cancer-free (I do not say survivor for I have a genetic thing called FAP). I have had praise for my poetry but no publishers. I have been out of work for two years now. . . but the house is paid for, the cars are old but run. My Charlie is old but gigs (bass player, fascinating rhythm)
I am a New Englander, died in the wool Irish-Catholic who lives in the middle of Texas. I have her a family-community that is second to none. They show up in ways that have been so generous I have been brought to tears. I was raised by a father who loved books and a mother who studied and loved photography. They both had deep flaws but those passions and those flaws combined with my own varied and a sundry experiences make me who I am. They inform my voice and focus my vision. I hope you’ll stop by and chat. I promise to be around.
Toast to you and the rest of it.