The thirtieth of November. The last day of NaBloPoMo. I am so stoked to have made it this far. The finish line is in sight and by some miracle I have kept up, haven't tripped and fallen into the ditch, haven't lost my way and found myself in the wrong place at the wrong time , in the wrong clothes, wondering why everyone is snickering........
For someone who has always thought she was born in the wrong century, I find myself, because of this blogging addiction I seem to have developed, having to revise my long-held ideas about modern technology, and computers in particular. Who would have guessed that one could "meet" such nice people without ever meeting them? Or that they would be so supportive and encouraging? Humility was one of the biggies with the nuns. God forbid you should get notions about your abilities or think you might be better than average at something. I'd like to say thank you to a lot of people for encouraging me to write:
- My mother, who always dressed me in sensible shoes, when my peers were wearing cool slip-ons;
- Stephanie M in 5 th. grade who made it her mission in life to disavow me of the notion that babies were found under cabbages;
- Sr. Margaret R in 6 th. grade who got to my Dad before me with some awesome news, thereby cheating me of the thrill of telling him myself;
- My brother for how he behaved at school, causing me endless embarrassment;
- Tommy O'C in 10 th grade for turning and fleeing when he landed in front of me in a Paul Jones at a dance at the Jesuits;
- George R, whom I worshipped from afar in H.S. for never acknowledging my existence;
- Des O'M for being a gentleman and not taking advantage of my vast ignorance in the realm of what it is boys really want from girls;
- All the guys at all the dances in Dublin who never asked me to dance;
- The Old Curmudgeon for being the Old Curmudgeon;
- My children for making me grow in directions I never thought I could; for teaching me that they're not just extensions of us but, intelligent, unique and wonderful people in their own right; for surviving my muddled attempts to do it right and, as often as not, getting it wrong anyway;
- To all the advice columnists who repeated over the years that "to have a friend you've got to be a friend"
- To those friends I made by following that advice, who love me just the way I am, unlike some who continuously find me wanting.
To all of these people I am now grateful, though it was not always so. Because without them and our misadventures I'd have nothing to write about.
What to do now? This month of intensive blogging has shown me that even if I have only the vaguest idea what I'm going to write when I sit down, the important thing is to start, put one word down and then another, and before you know it you're scrambling to keep up with the torrent. Since I was little I've been writing and hiding it and feeling apologetic about it. This month has shown me what I want to do when I grow up--what can I say, I'm a late bloomer..........from now on there'll be no more hiding, no more apologies. Discouragers , sneerers, jeerers --they can look the other way. All you other writers out there --- I've loved reading you, writing with you , getting to know you and crossing the finish line together.