My friend Val of QBG_Tilted Tiara came to my rescue just this morning. You see, I have been in a bit of a writing slump. I write and then hit “delete” faster than I can retype what I just cut. And since I was last clocked at 120 words per minute, that’s saying something.
Val explained in her most recent post how she had stolen pages from Oprah’s magazine and not only felt compelled to answer Oprah’s questions, but wants me to do so too.
OK. Here goes. Please note that Val didn’t say that I have to answer them honestly. Or seriously. Of course, she also didn’t say I absolutely had to answer them.
I am so glad I learned the secret to… tooting my own horn. I realized decades ago that nobody toots your horn. You have to do it yourself.
And since nobody ever really listens to you when you are tooting (and that term can be taken literally, figuratively, or in the most juvenile way imaginable), it doesn’t matter so much if you do it repeatedly.
But I hope I never figure out… why opposites attract. I am happily married to my husband, John, and have been for 27 years and counting. But if I were to have described the man I’d marry 30 years ago, or 40 years ago, that vision would bear little resemblance to my actual husband. He is a serious, studious, intellectual and I am, um, frequently silly, often irreverent and not at all serious. I am incredibly lucky that I chose John and that he chose me. But I still often look over at him and say “HUH?”
When I need help with life’s mysteries, I turn to… three different people: my old friend Keily, who saw me through some of my most difficult days; my niece, Jen, who is wise and snarky and filled with common sense as well as my genes which is a cross she must bear; my friend Judy, who makes me laugh, has been my friend for decades and is as wise as she is a wise-ass. It is an invaluable combination.
I have been lucky in the friends I’ve fallen in with. Very lucky.
My next challenge is figuring out…what I will write about next …
Val, got any more bright ideas? I should post again in a few days and, ummmm, I’m dry …