What Were You Meant To Do In Life?

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What were we really meant to be or do in life?

Many people know the answer immediately, for others it takes time. Someone once said, “it will come about when you have tried everything.” But who has the time or inclination to try everything?

I’ve always loved to read. Dabbed in writing from a young age, and wrote an essay on Mihai Eminescu, Romania’s most famous poet, in high school, which the teacher singled out and praised.

Writing gives me joy.  So does reading, especially when it involves books where the author reaches deep in her heart, finds the most painful or most wonderful memory and slams it right on the page, in a literary sense, for everyone to read, learn from, and analyze. I find that a unique ability — a gift — to connect from a distance on a very intimate level.

My husband, if left to his own devices, can sit with his guitar and amplifiers, turning knobs and playing all day long.

Neither one of us does this — writing or music — professionally. And sometimes that makes me wonder. Would I still love writing, and he music, as much if it had to be done for a paycheck? No way to know. Yet.

Perhaps it doesn’t really matter. Perhaps the journey is the best part before arriving at our destination.

Since I often talk about writing on this blog, I’d like to share the writing community I belong to HERE. It’s called the Internet Writing Workshop.

Writers post their works on various IWW lists (chapters, stories, fiction and non-fiction) and receive feedback while offering the same to others. For those who don’t want to critique, we have the Writing List where members discuss all writing/reading aspects.

What about you? Are you doing what you were meant to do in life?

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Sunflowers for Tina #lifeisgood

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From my kitchen, in Los Angeles

I met Tina Downey two years ago via the A to Z Blogging Challenge.  New to blogging at that time, I had no clue as to what I was doing, clicking away on blogs, hoping for the best, learning all about tagging, the importance of content and so on.

I found Tina’s blog, somehow, commented and immediately received a lengthy comment. Tina was an extraordinary welcoming presence from the start, and while encouraged by two writer friends to sign up for the Challenge, it was ultimately Tina who pulled me across that line, helped me take the first step into the world of blogging. It is because of her that I am still blogging today.

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We exchanged several emails, and bonded over stories from our childhood, our European descent (Tina grew up in Sweden, I grew up in Romania). While I never met Tina in person, I consider her a dear blogging friend. One of the best. 

Thank you, Tina, for everything.

You will be missed, my dear friend, but not forgotten!

IWSG — Reading and Tina

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“Writing is hard. Painting is hard. Competing at sports is hard. Everything interesting is hard. The risk of failure is what makes the challenge interesting. “ ~ Unknown

Today — first Wednesday of the month — is Insecure Writer’s Support Group day, but first a detour:

Tina Downey was a frequent poster at the IWSG. She also hosted the blog hop, in addition to her own Life is Good blog, and did a million other duties, all the while encouraging blogger friends along the way, emailing, keeping in touch, commenting, being the wonderful human being she was.

IWSG, the Challenge, and all that Tina had a hand in will never be the same without her, but as they say in theater … the show must go on, no matter how heavy our hearts now that Tina has departed our world.

In Tina’s memory, the A to Z Team is hosting a sunflower tribute on September 8, 2014 – Sunflowers for Tina. Click here if you’d like to see how it works and add your name to the list. Hope to see you on Monday, September 8. 

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What am I feeling insecure about these days, as a writer? Oh, so many things, but mostly not writing as much as I’d like to. Life is too crazy. Hectic. I know: there’s no one to blame, but yours truly. Still, I have to complain here. I just have to. Forgive me. Will try to remedy the situation as soon as possible.

On a bright side, I’ve been reading a lot. Two Pulitzer Prize winners back to back: The Goldfinch and A Visit from The Goon Squad. Very different books, both good, but as it often is the case with literary works, one must be patient, allow the plot to develop, allow the writer to paint her world, bring her characters to life slowly. Literary anything, as someone said, is a labor of love.

But a girl can only take so much literary work back to back. Now, I’m reading Brad Thor’s Black List — a thriller. Extremely fast paced, very interesting, thought-provoking.

And reading, dear friend, is the self-administered medicine for my insecurities these days. A temporary drug.

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What We Tell Ourselves and What Really Happens

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I haven’t been to a wedding in ages, and this month I went to two. Above is a picture of the bride and me (sorry about the red eyes), and below a shot of bride and groom (second wedding). Both absolutely beautiful, both showing excellent promise for true happiness.

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That’s what I told my friend Jody, as I was showing her the pictures.

My friend, Jody, is divorced. So, as I was scrolling through the photos, and telling her: they look so happy, don’t they, success stories, she agreed, but almost immediately added: that’s because you see the best in people. Because YOU want them to be happy. But life doesn’t always work the way we want it to.

I put the phone down, and came this close to snapping back with a certain remark, then I remembered. Jody’s story started just like the two couples’ stories, more or less, some twelve years ago. Two people in love, happily married, having a child … then … the end. There were lies, there was cheating, there were fights, there was a divorce.

It’s natural to tell ourselves things we want to believe, expect the best in people. Especially at a wedding. But there is some truth in what Jody said, and I had to admit to her that while both couples looked perfectly in love, there is a serious challenge ahead for one couple (both are PhDs looking for teaching jobs, which in one of their professions might not be so easy to find. Depending on the offer, they might have to live hundreds of miles apart, and that’s a serious test). But I’m sure they’ll be fine.

Anyway, Jody said there are two kinds of people in the world, and she had a lot of time to think about this since her divorce: those who expect the best from people around them (be it when it comes to a wedding, a conversation), and those who expect the worst. And managing our expectations, especially when it comes to promises, or when we question motives, is important.

What do you think about the two-group scenario? Hard to do at a wedding, but maybe for life, in general:   1.  Expect the best and possibly be disappointed.   2.   Expect the worst and hope for the best.  I’m not sure I could pull off the second, but maybe a combination?