My Depression Lifter!
Jun 7, 2007
Jun 6, 2007
I am second of two in a unit consisting of twins and am running to win :) This is my witty way of saying I have an older twin sister and also references the URL of my blog! "Running to Win" is my motto and stems from an inspirational book I read years ago entitled just that, I’m Running To Win, by Ann Kiemel Anderson and the "Two" in the blog name is ‘cause I’m the younger twin; I’m second. OK. Enough jibber jabber --
I’ve been running for so many years (20+) that my legs have finally given out (there are 2 ways to look at that comment)! I think the blame goes to my angle: I was running AWAY and not TO my final destination. Getting lost and finding myself 5, 6, 20 too many times took a toll, and at last, I have given in (never up) and landed on solid ground…as a 40-year old aspiring writer – a vagabond no more.
Robin and I (the other 1/2 of me) live very far apart now, in more ways than one, but are still connected by an invisible umbilical cord that will never be severed. It is because of the wild drive in the Dodge referenced below that I am writing my memoir – after all these years of slacking off while hanging out in purgatory, I’m there, finding myself for the 1st time.
My story has probably been told in one light or the other, but I don’t care, ‘cause I’m going to write mine with a fancy flare! Here’s mine: there’s a spotlight shining down on these characters who are cast in the play that led me to where I am today: girls’ home, foster care, welfare, neglect, incest, attempted murder, rape, mugging, alcoholism, abuse, excessive religion, depression, anxiety, repression, mental illness, kidnapping, arson and abortion. Good foundation with which to work? I think so.
My twin sister and I were in my mom’s womb 4 decades ago discussing how it would all pan out, only she took off 19 minutes earlier than I, and the story line took a turn for the worst and landed us in the pits of Hades! Matter of fact, it was just after about 9 wonderful years living and breathing the earth’s air when the trip we were on came to a shattering halt, literally, figuratively – boom, crash AND burn, dead, gone – ouch! Gosh darn it, we shouldn’t have gotten out of that car and changed vehicles (BTW: NEVER “should” on yourself)! But I digress. See, we transferred vehicles and the nice trip to what could have been Tahiti or the Bahamas switched from a smooth-sailing, comfortable mid-sized Honda sedan to a put-on-your-seat-belt, hold-on-for-dear-life kind of ride in an old beat-up Dodge w/ ½ an engine on its way to H _ _ _ !! Get the joke -- the analogy, that is ;) ?!
It’s possible to survive a crash, the wrong turn, or changing modes of transportation simply by never giving up and always giving in to the bumps that manage to jump up and bite you along the way. Key? Continually take heed to the necessity of discovering a new approach and a new perspective. Appealing to greater powers isn't such a bad idea either...
Now, on to building my platform and to writing! I've got a memoir to finish!