You see, as a baby boomer (born in 1955), I have a list of life experiences under my belt. Each came with its own stack of lessons. Some of them had to be hammered in my brain because I was too daffed to “get it”. Some were poured down my throat, while I kicked and screamed, because good medicine usually has a bad taste. Some, I am still struggling to accept.
Not every topic I write about is in the sphere of my past experiences. Yet, from the people I talk with and the stories I read, I am inspired to write about the issues. More often than not, after an article or blog post has gone out into the world, I have to confront the same, similar or related issues. Although I empathize with women who have lived and are living in the scenarios I write about, I connect to those women on a different, more meaningful level when those scenarios come knocking at my door.
Some aspects of the childhood vision of a writer and the writing life still lives on. It inspires me when I am tired, lost and blocked. Some days, like today for instance, I am grateful to be living my dream. The message has changed over the year but the medium remains and the passion is as vibrant as ever.