My youngest daughter turned 30 last week. Not oldest… youngest!
I turned 30 just the week before. OK, maybe 2 weeks ago.
No, I’m not a time traveller, but the sensation of time is a fluid, rapid thing like warm sand slip-sliding between your toes at the beach.
Being 30 means you’re not middle-aged yet, but you’ve definitely boarded the ocean liner that carries you over the seas from childhood and the orbit of your parents into the grown-up world with most of the trappings of adulthood.
Job. Home. Maybe kids.
You should can wander around your house naked if you want to and your Mom won’t scream at you.
It’s mostly fun and exciting but scary and jammed with worries too.
I worry about my kids because I’ve lived through the years that are to come for them.
The time between say, 30 and 60, is where you strap on your seatbelt and buckle in for the bumpy ride. Some cope well and fly to the stars, others flounder and drown beneath the weight.
Either trip is filled with challenges.
Family, jobs and responsibilities grow and multiply, and then somewhere in there… most of us exchange the solid ground that is our parents beneath us, and find we’re freefloating with a parachute attached to nothing but cool, thin air.
It’s like we’ve thrown away our diaper now and hope like hell we don’t sh*t our pants.
After 30 is also when we begin to discover if the directions we’ve chosen are where we truly saw our dreams… our WHY… or perhaps if it’s someone else’s dream we’re pursuing.
We all develop a definition of success – in it’s myriad forms – in our heads… the WHY is hopefully what leads us down that path.
WHY is a million questions, but it’s the answers that tell us who we really are.
A small example… I ask myself WHY do I write a blog post every week with no attempt or hope of ever making a livelihood from the effort expended.
My readership (thank you for being in that group) is small and swamped in a expansive world of words and thoughts from every direction.
The voice that ponders and then answers my WHY question is the one that finds expression in writing where it can’t seem to find it in spoken words.
Things happen when I sit to write, just as they do when I sit and play my guitar.
I THINK IT’S ABOUT MY FINGERS.
There are guidelines, understanding, and points of view that reside somewhere deep inside me and refuse to come to the surface until my fingers are moving… it’s like my brain and fingers have a mystical connection… I don’t even try to look behind the curtain for the Wizard, because a wizard, a muse if you prefer… is magic.
Perhaps you find that same wonder through your religious beliefs, or it could be that you have a connection between your brain and your tongue that I lack.
I like the illusion of magic and wonder so I don’t question. I accept. It’s pretty childlike really.
Maybe that’s why I like children’s books.
They engage our imagination and sense of wonder whether we’re 3 or 30 or even 60-something.
Writing this blog draws out my own wonder about myself, you, and the cosmos surrounding us.
Talk about magic in my fingers… ABRACADABRA
Oct 20, 2019 @ 22:31:11
Ahoy there Larry…..as always….nice blog. I would imagine that writing the blog is therapeutic or cathartic for you while being interesting to us…..your readers. Maybe I’m wrong on that but seems plausible….justice your stories that you tell in your songs. I used to be a fairly prolific journal writer but somehow hot off track with it a decade or so back. I found it to be like my own personal blog to myself…😁
I’ve also written numerous commentaries for newspapers over the years…..usually on some peace/unity/love/harmony theme….I always found the creation of my article to be very fulfilling i.e. the mental exercise was very moving to me and rewarding.
Anyways…..just a few ponderings stirred up by your latest blog.
Peace,
Jim
Oct 23, 2019 @ 11:58:19
For certain my blog is therapeutic… I know it is a huge part of my self-discovery. I always appreciate your musings and ponderings James… your commentaries elsewhere are inevitably well thought out and reasoned. I especially appreciate your compassion for humanity as a whole. Thanks my friend….