Coming from a dysfunctional family has its benefits. When I look at the piles of historic black and white photos I can make their story anything I want. Their eyes speak out yet their tales are silent. Yes, the many historic photos are my treasures because I can make them into any type of person I want – and I will.
Since momma died I’ve been searching for me – who am I? What do I want to do? What is my passion? Now that the only person that really truly cared about me has passed away who cares about my joys and sorrows? I do. I must.
A fellow writer shared a Vera Wang quote this week that helped give me some focus. “When you have a passion for something then you tend, not only to be better at it, but you work harder at it too.” She was born June 27, 1949, the same day but different year than my husband and oldest daughter. The universe is full of Synchroncity, if we pay attention.
I know who I am, and I know what I want to do (write a historical fiction based on my family) and I know that my passion for helping people can occur in many ways. What I need to do now is be open to that one new friend that I can help and will in turn help me. They are out there, in the meantime, I’ll stay true to my vision and goals as I continue to learn to be flexible in the execution of those passions.
Until next time – – –