9/3/2011
Well, the first thing that comes to mind is music. I think I would dearly love to have the ability to make music. Play piano, I guess. I know, even at 57, it's not too late to begin, to get the pleasure and benefit of learning something new. But, somehow, I'm not motivated enough to do it. So what other talent do I wish I had? Maybe one you either have or you don't and I don't. Hmmm. Painting maybe. Watercolor. But heck, I could TRY that. Learn some basics and well, the big deal with even if you have a talent is PRACTICE. Just doing it. I know when I was in my teens and 20s I garnered great peace and satisfaction from writing, well, poetry. I've often regarded that as the real me. The piece of me that got buried while I was busy with making a family, making a living, making a life. Maybe more making than living. Perhaps in my "last third" of life it's finally time to examine what may have been ignored and covered over. Maureen, my therapist, suggests that at this juncture I needn't worry about digging or excavating but instead pay attention to what emerges naturally and rises up. She's very wise, this Maureen.
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