It happened, I turned 29 and I don’t feel very different. Last time I was thinking about this I was going to be 29 but now, I actually am. I don’t feel like I have inherited some mythical power or was graced with some ancient wisdom, I just feel a little more…aware. I don’t know if this awareness is a gift of turning a year older from something bigger, or if my brain is just finally maturing as a part of the natural aging process. I don’t know, and I like not knowing, “It keeps me on my toes,” It was Doctor Who that said that by the way, the 10th doctor, my favorite.
I have been doing some leisurely research about the Quarter Life Crisis that I mentioned last time and I don’t really feel like I am going through that. I feel pretty content with how my life is right now. I’ve been married for about two years to a man I have known since I was 21 and we have two kids together a girl and a boy, so in the family and love department I think I am doing okay. I know of some people who freaking out right now because they don’t even have a prospective boyfriend/girlfriend. My only thing is that I don’t have right now is a career or job, so money-wise, I’m not doing so good.
I know I should be very worried about the having a job part, but I’m not. I feel like something is coming, an opportunity and all I have to do right now is worry that I raise my kids to be decent human beings who know the difference between being a bully and being classy. Raising decent humans concerns me more than raising my net worth, and I feel that is not a bad outlook at all.
In seven days, I am going to be 29 years old and I feel numb about that. I have heard of tales of people who freak out and radically change their lives, sometimes for the better sometimes for the worst; which is apparently normal and referred to as the Quarter-Life Crisis.
When I first heard of the “Quarter-Life Crisis,” I really didn’t think anything of it. Mostly because it was my ex-boyfriend who enlightened me of this crisis. I can’t remember what he said verbatim, but he did mention his life evaluation, a nervous breakdown, a period of heavy drinking and the many regrets that he will carry in his heart for the rest of his life.
At the time I thought this was a little extreme of him, but now as I get closer to 30, I suppose it’s not that extreme.
Greetings and Salutations all you wonderful people!
The Dudeist Priest is back and I love saying that. I feel so…chill. I do realize it has been a long while since I have posted anything, and yes, that is my fault. However, my blog is called “Random Acts of Blogness,” so I hope nobody expects a strict posting schedule because this blog is random, like me. I am going to try and post things a little more frequently though.
I’ve had some ideas that seem pretty awesome and plausible, and I’ve been adopting some habits to help me get into a more productive writing flow. In the poetry arena, my haiku’s have adopted a new angle, Post-Its. Post-Its are the perfect shape and size to hold such a complex, and yet tiny poem such as haiku. I just write my haiku on a Post-It’s and share it with the world. It’s been pretty fun so far, and plan on doing as many as my creative muse will allow, and lately I’ve noticed my creative muse has taken a liking to a very simple writing tool that has been around for a long time.
Writing prompts, I’ve never really understood their potential for creating and have always overlooked them .It wasn’t until I was rereading my favorite writing book, Writers Book Of Days and took another look at the writing prompts, all 365 writing prompts. I decided I would give it a shot and tried out the first one, Write About A Sunday Afternoon. I picked up an ole’ fashion yellow pencil and a clean sheet of college-ruled notebook paper and starting writing. Before I knew it, I had writen a few paragraphs and a couple of haiku’s and, had a great sense of accomplishment. I also had enough energy to continue on, and I did. I wrote until my hand hurt and I couldn’t stay awake anymore. I went to bed a happy writer that day.
My last Tarot Card post was about the Emperor, the card of control and discipline. I feel confident in saying that I have taken some active steps in controlling my creative endeavors, but now I have to work on the latter of the two, the most difficult one. The one crucial characteristic of all ambitious and successful creators, discipline.
The Janis Tree, my favorite tree. This beautiful and wondrous work of nature is located in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco just a few steps away from Hippie Hill. It has been said that Janis Joplin used to sit in that tree and write her songs. I can picture that, I imagine her being barefoot and smoking a couple of joints to help the creative and relaxation process too.
I really need to make another trip up to San Francisco and see that tree again, and revisit The Beat Museum and The City Lights Bookstore, and The Anarchy Bookstore. I love San Francisco.
The High Priestess, the card of intuition, and all things esoteric. The High Priestess tells me to be patient and to trust the journey that I am on, kind of the perfect card when studying the mystical art of Tarot Cards.
However, when it comes up reversed, I need to be wary of deception and not rely on myself completely. There is a big world out their with a billion people life experiences that can help me along my path, that is going to be tough for me, I have a hard time trusting people; a pitfall of being me.
The Fool is numbered as Zero, and sometimes comes at the end of a deck. I like to put it at the beginning of my deck and consider it the baby card. All beings start of as unknown little baby who grow into beings with the power to create almost anything, like a Magician.
The Magician is numbered as One. We all have the power to create, we just need to really see what it is that we can do and find a way to harness it.
I know I have the power to create some really great things. I like to crochet. I like to write. I like to cook. I like to make art. These are all things that I like to create. I can create, just like The Magician, I just need to focus on what I can do, not what I can’t do.