But I'm Here To Change All That

Yup, my first entry since August 17. I am officially back,like a bad rash..If I were to explain, the long break would be associated with no computer time/access while visiting my mum back East, a hectic schedule, and maaaybee a teensy bit of fear (Oh God there's that word again) of writing something boring or not as witty as the previous two attempts appeared to be -well to me anyway. But I'll just choose not to explain so you can make up a story for yourself about why I wasn't putting out, in the blogging sense.

I really missed the opportunity to keep moving on these pages! However I did discover some intriguing information over the last couple of weeks connected with my mother, ie the same one without computer access. For one, because she was born in Ireland, it is apparently dead easy for her children to get an Irish passport- I think you just have to be seen buying a beer for every stranger in the room and poof ! that puppy is in the mail. And if you carry the 'most desirable' Irish passport, Europe becomes your oyster, with work and travel there a shoe-in.


Now as previously noted, I'm 56, so maybe not so likely to go travel and work all over Europe until I am retired and living off the proceeds of that movie I mentioned is likely to result from this blog. But my children will probably be pursuing the passport, so I want to get in on the fun-it sounds like a cool thing to just have a passport from another continent. It's so James Bond.


To this end, I needed proof. But getting photocopies of my mum's Irish birth certificate ,which she had safely sealed inside her usual Ziploc bags (you never know when a flash flood will be overtaking her apartment) was like asking her to give me her liver..which I may well need, if I really become Irish. She was afraid I would lose her only copy, because I am known for losing things, in her Irish eyes that is. But I wrestled it from her reluctant grip and the mission was accomplished, thank you God and Staples.


And the second piece of information I picked up from 'me mudder' (that's the Irish thing coming out): I noticed through conversation that, interestingly enough, there is a point in a woman's life where her panties cease being panties, and instead are referred to as underpants. I'm not sure at what age the portal appears for this crossover in terminology, but let's hope it isn't anywhere near 56. It would be a huge detriment to my plan to expose myself to a Speed Dating experience someday- of course just so I can blog about it. And I would most certainly be bringing up the topic of women's undergarments in one of those 8 minute conversations (ie, does he wear any).

Masterful plan eh? Start living a life that is blog-worthy.I've heard of more inspired reasons to get me one of those Life things, but hey,for now this is my scheme to trick myself into it..

A traditional Gaelic blessing to ye..

May the road rise up to meet you.May the wind be always at your back.May the sun shine warm upon your face;the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,may God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Shape-Shifting

Ok, my first blog EVAH has been posted in a few places and I'm "out-ed" as a blogger for others to witness.. so am kinda crapping my drawers now as performance anxiety sets in. Which is a perfect example of that 'fear fog', as we can now call it.

..Since I am in a "helping profession" , could I be operating under the delusion that I need to change/fix/impress the world with any words laid down here.... Taking 10 Deep Breaths AND some TUMS right now at the very thought of this.Those in the Human Psyche Know would say that this calls for saying YES to the very thing I feel uncomfortable with, so.. voila! am back in the bloggersaddle again.


It's not easy to teach an old dawgette new tricks, but it sure feels good shaking up the atoms that have settled so complacently into my current physical presentation on Earth. It's a choice to shift.Get the feet out of the cement blocks.Do something different. And for now, I don't even need to get off this chair. Yet.


Fantasy #1: Wouldn't it be amazing if this became one of those transformational /inspirational blogs, where slowly, but surely,before everyone's eyes, POOF! I lose those 'last' 25 lbs. Or get to tell the story to you all of how-from the words on these pages alone-a relationship blooms with that kind, funny, smart, sensitive fella who is Perfect For Me. Or I train for and complete some incredible physical feat for someone my age, without injury. Well at least permanent injury.


Fantasy # 2- This blog becomes adorable. I get a contract to turn it into a book. And then the movie. These things do happen! Ok, so I did just see the movie "Julie and Julia", so am shamelessly borrowing that plot for this fantasy.


Bottom line, it's great to be here, and don't know where it's goin' just yet... As Bob Dylan would sing, in that horribly nasal yet beautifully mesmerizing voice that pulls you in, close....

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?..
The answer my friend is blowin in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Sorry, that was sooo '60's! But hey, I'm no Spring Chicklet...

Peace

No Day Like Today

Yes, today IS the first day of the rest of your life..

...or so I hear..Soooo when I wrote this yesterday, it was my 56th birthday, and, since I am nottt so very deep-down a complete child at heart thinking about perhapsmaybesomeday becoming a grown-up, this seems like as good a time as any to create an inaugural blog to share my thoughts on..anything?

Venturing into Blogdom is a new and a little bit scary thing for me, but tremendously exciting and perhaps the start of a beautiful relationship between the World and me. Um, maybe.

Yesterday a conversation I had with my so much younger, yet wiser son led to the concept of fear and its hold on me, keeping me back from truly expressing my talents and engaging me in life to the max. This reminded me (as a HUGE movie lover) of that great couple of lines in the 1991 movie "Defending Your Life" [between Rip Torn and Albert Brooks] where they say:

Bob Diamond: Being from Earth, as you are, and using as little of your brain as you do, your life has pretty much been devoted to dealing with fear.
Daniel Miller: It has?
Bob Diamond: Well everybody on Earth deals with fear -- that's what little brains do.
Bob Diamond: ...Fear is like a giant fog. It sits on your brain and blocks everything -- real feelings, true happiness, real joy. They can't get through that fog. But you lift it, and buddy, you're in for the ride of your life.

Me: The line I absolutely LOVE the most is that last one 'but if you lift it [fear]..buddy, you're in for the ride of your life". So that's why I'm here today, doing this.

Namaste, everyone. Whatever that means for you!