Today I drove to China Town, Boston to become a patient at Tufts Dental School. My last trip down was a fiasco, forgot my wallet, etc., but this trip? Pretty good! As I walked around the markets, restaurants I thought of this Bob Dylan song from “Blood on the Tracks”. http://spotify:track:4ukHl5HFRNARRnIWc4Oj83 Well, It’s “You’re a big girl now!”
Make no mistake, I’m a country girl. I love the mountains, back roads, wild life, nature, but for today? China Town Boston proved to be fun. It will never make me want to live in a city…. EVER! I feel most comfortable, safest nestled between and surrounded by mountains. I think I always will.
On the trip home I had my front windows down and rock playing. It was great. I do not know where I would be without art, without music…. one in the same. It was one of those rides where what bothered me in past, today was acknowledged, accepted. A sense of acceptance for who I am, where I am. A desire to just be. Happy! I would like to share that while on Beacon Street a convertible whizzed by me (opposite direction) and they were listening to…. ready? Are you REALLY ready? “The Archie’s!”. I laughed, remembering a scene from a Sigourney Weaver movie where a serial killer left “The Archie’s” playing in a vw bug with one of their victims. Hey, If The Archie’s does it for them? Good on you! Have fun! Sing to your hearts desire, and enjoy this beautiful day. When I reached Vermont, like clockwork for me, I pulled over, admired the view and said to myself “My God, I live here!” New England is beautiful. Just beautiful.
I was thinking about my life today. The journeys that I found myself on. Certainly not all roses (which I’m allergic to) and whipped crème (which I love!). It is the most difficult treks that have brought the most growth in me. And thinking back on my career, going through breast cancer, traveling days after a surgery (or four), I did what I had to do to pay my bills, keep my house, and get through some pretty shitty times. A phone call with a girlfriend from Newfoundland, Canada said to me “Those were the days. I would pick up a Paintworks’ magazine looking for your latest design(s). I sat in awe of that statement, and at the same time, shocked. Could it be that the hardest time of my life, the time that I poured into my career, mostly out of need, could it be that these were my shining hours? And then I smiled and reflected back on my accomplishments, milestones. It was nice to be reminded of who I was, and perhaps still am, perhaps not. Who knows? And more importantly, who really cares? It is who I am becoming that interests me most.
Great day. Hope yours was too! Hugz!