Here I Am, Tomorrow

I'm ready to begin life again and let the creative part of me breathe. Being left-handed, I live in my right mind, and maybe that's the reason I keep wanting to grow the spontaneous, intuitive part of who I am. As a psychologist I fit better when I think of myself as a maker of things too, a craftsperson, and not purely a scientist. The question of identity has settled for me. I am an artist, and my life is the canvas.

Most people my age are slowing down. I'm doing the opposite. Five years went to physical troubles, so now I have catching up to do and the time to do it. I've become JoyL, a new name, and my hair is red now. I wish my old friends could get a look at me. I've been patient for plenty long. The housewife, the mother, the grandmother: that isn't quite me anymore, and I'm not sure it ever fully was.

No sense waiting. I can't slow down now because I've only started. Is there anyone out there who feels the same way? If this stirs something in you, write a post for this blog about it.

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