Oh So Simpatico!

When I was a little girl growing up in Seat Pleasant, Maryland, time seemed to drag on at the most annoyingly slow pace.  I wanted to be BIG; the clock wouldn't tick fast enough for me.  I wanted my breasts to sprout.  At that time, it just wasn't happening.  This very well may have been a blessing, however, as a nine year old child with 36C breasts would look a bit ridiculous. Time passed.  I grew up and grew out.  And now, despite my sometimes silent but more often than not vocal protestations, time just will not let up and give me a breather.  Before I knew it months passed.  Then years.  And decades, for crying out loud.

It has been four months since my last motivational post.  Who knew time could fly by so quickly?  In those four months, I've experienced a great deal.  "An Affair to Remember: Bellissimo Italia" was published.  Big yeah for me. 

I realized one of my greatest dreams: I had the unique opportunity to visit Africa.  My destination was Cairo, Egypt, and it was a tremendous experience.  From the temple of Karnak, to the Valley of the Kings (where, might I add, I displayed a bit of the destructive side that I thought I left in my childhood: I accidentally broke the sign outside of King Tut's tomb!), to actually sitting on the great pyramid, to riding a big, smelly camel named Clarence -- it was a lifelong goal accomplished.  And therein lies the fodder for my next writing project.  I will take my time in writing of my recollections of Egypt.  I want this effort to paint a vivid picture of antiquity through my eyes.

My writing is changing and evolving.  I have found it difficult to write strictly from my imagination.  This, however, will not deter me from creating.  For the time being, I have decided to focus instead on writing about the variety of encounters that I experience throughout my days, as I have done with Italy and am currently doing with Cairo.  And perhaps soon, a short story will develop based on my recent trip to Memphis.  Aaah, what a colorful city that was.

Life can be our greatest teacher and our most vibrant narrator.  So for now, I will graciously allow my life to be the storyteller that gives birth to experiences.  At least then I am assured that the well of ideas will never run dry.