Author: Marianne @ Their Words. My Musings.

A friend of mine shared the below quote on Facebook recently. It really hit a chord with me. Literally, the words made sense to me right away. I knew what the author was saying. What it meant for me in practice, well that took a few days, some journaling, and a lot of time pondering time.

“Maybe the journey isn’t so much about becoming anything.

Maybe it’s about un-becoming everything that isn’t really you,

so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place.”

Paulo Coelho, Author

I chose to write 45 things about myself instead of the usual 10, 25, or even 100 for three reasons. It’s a ‘different’ number to use and I’m not the girl next door. 45 is halfway to my goal of living to 90. I like to hear music played on 45’s.

Okay, enough with the drama already. Let’s get to my point now shall we?

Part I and Part II were partly for you my dear readers and partly for my indulgence in navel-gazing. My own navel that is, don’t worry. This post – Part III – is the end of the trilogy. But it’s also a beginning. A new beginning. [Is that an oxymoron? Aren’t all beginnings new? Oh well, I’m saying it anyway.]

The beginning is to introduce to you my new blog. The one you are reading now. Did ya catch the name or just hop right over when you saw the post on my old blog announcing to the world I had started this blog? Yeah, I’m pretty excited about it too so I’ll forgive you on that one.

Assuming you have by now taken a peek at the title, I’ll give you some background on why I chose the name.

The remarkable event I wrote of in Part I gave way to another remarkable event – I started thinking about blogging again.  Uugghh – it was back.  Those thoughts that filled me with such a mixed bag of emotions.  So what was I going to do about them this time?

I visited my old blog.  I took a peek at the 31 different babblings of words in my drafts folder.  That made me wonder if I still had an old Word document on my computer with post ideas too.  Yep, I did but this time I didn’t bother to count all of the super-dee-duper brainchildren I thought should be birthed.  I read some of the published posts though.  I’ll admit, I went right to the ones with the most comments and/or likes.  I guess that part was just to make me feel better about my writing, to validate myself.  Laugh out loud if you’ve done it too. Especially if you just took a swig of something. That would make me laugh out loud too.

Recently, I was driving to Burlington from Stratford, where I currently live. It’s a drive I take regularly. Winter hazards excluded, I enjoy the journey. Especially when it’s just me, my coffee, my music, and my thoughts. This particular trip was, I guess I’d have to say eventful. Not because of anything terrific or horrific happening. Just because it included an event that was strikingly full of familiarity and yet strangely unfamiliar at once.

I stopped along the side of the road.