Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Challenge for all readers.....

Describe your life to us in one paragraph.

There was this girl. She worked hard to achieve her dreams. When all was done, she looked at her life and decided she'd made a mistake. Being alone, having money, no people around to clutter up her life and cause problems? Not working. So, she had a baby, let some love in, and now she has this interesting, chaotic life. But, sometimes? Honestly? She wishes she had more solitude. But, no regrets. Never. Not when she has so much. That would be folly.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

There was this girl. She had a lot of potential. She was ambitious. She was messed up. Two layers of losses - the first in early childhood, the second in adolescence - made all all but one ambition hard to realize. Early adulthood was adventuresome, chaotic, tragic. Two abortions haunted her. Not bec she was anti abortion but because she wanted a child and knew she would not be an adequate parent. That truth motivated her to get busy living rather than busily dying. She got pregnant accidentally. Because of past choices, it wasn't easy to pull off single parenthood but with the help of others, she's doing it. Love is still complicated for her. She wonders about her choices. She looks @ her life now and sees beauty, joy, consequence, and potential unfulfilled. She thinks about the one remaining ambition. Growth of the spirit. The price is humility and gratitude. Can she achieve what she now realizes is not about making something happen but allowing something to happen. Can she receive. Some days she can. Some days she can't. Some days she looks around and sees complexity and failiure and potential unfulfilled and she's filled with fear or rage or bitterness or self hatred. Some days she looks around her and is awestruck by the many good people in her life, the many positive changes she's made, and the sheer joy of love and living. Some days she thinks... maybe this: seeing the beauty of what is... versus getting accolades for creating beauty... was the plan all along...

Mark said...

"Well I was born a Coalminer's daughter. In a.." Wait! No, that's not my life.
How's this?
"Blessed"
Does that count for a paragraph?
Your Friend, m.

sybil law said...

Love it! I'll try it later! :)

Julie Curtis said...

A Girl who everybody thought was a boy. A girl who didn't know how to be a girl because she had only ever been taught to be a boy. A girl who was (is?) frightened of life, love, people. Without ambition, without a thought of the future. A woman who found herself and her own life in her forties. A woman who is discovering life every day. And who doesn't want that to ever change.

JohnD said...

There was a boy who was a bugger of a kid who rejected structured learning and taught himself of the world until one day he was introduced to girls and that changed his life. He saw the world at an early age and experienced many different events, inclusive of a 'wrong marriage' which ended. Then one day he met a girl and knew he had to settle down and discovered that cold hard worldly knowledge was insufficient to provide for a family so he went back to school and then to university and then back again. He plied his knowledge around the world, climbing mountains that he saw in front of him only to discover taller peaks beyond those that enticed him to climb them. Then, one day, he discovered he was old and all that were young had no use for him or his knowledge, so he walked out on the world to live his own life.

The end - now for the new beginning!

Anonymous said...

Little girl, big world, tall boy, true love.
God whispers, she listens, He saves, love wins.
Three babies, time flies, they're grown, empty nest.
Big world, true love, grand! kids, travel time.
Life expands, grace abounds, family thrives, love wins.

Lulubelle B said...

Years ago a mother tried to impress upon her daughter three guidelines by which to live her life. First, never do anything you wouldn't want printed on the front page of the New York Times. Second, no one should know everything about you. And later, it's better to be contentedly single than to be miserably married. The daughter grew to be a woman who was comfortable in her own head, rarely lonely and mostly self-sufficient. She was often cautious with friends, occasionally reckless with lovers and generally content. Illness revealed a deep-hidden strength and through that strength she discovered there was no shame in asking for help. She remains independent and subtly nonconformist. She looks back with no regrets and looks forward with curiosity to the upcoming chapters of her life. And she hates her feet.

Karen said...

...red clay, muddy water, humid summer days, long cicada nights, syrupy accents, iced tea, tangled blonde hair, barefoot, purple hull peas, yes ma'am, no sir, over yonder, just down the road a piece...