I'm staring straight into the face of it again. It seems to come around every few years during this very different time of life. This time with no full-time employment. Self-reinvention. One of the benefits of living in the US of A is that we enjoy this luxury. It often can be stimulating and risky. Som who will I be when I am no longer the person that did these things for so many years. Who will I be when I haven't a clue what I'll be doing. Or do I? Every time I ask the question, the answer is always the same. Wait and see. When we lose the structure and routine we've complained about for so long we feel compelled to create a substitute. For good reason. Do you know how easy it is to waste a day? Days? even a year? Define waste. OK, waste, as in accomplishing nothing. I belong to the melting ice school of thought. As Arthur Miller once noted, we are all trying to "write our name on a cake of ice on a hot July day...
Personal observations of one writer. Frequent references to pop culture, blues music and lifetime truths.