|Writer's Block: One Thing I Did
||[Aug. 11th, 2010|01:30 am]
What is one thing in life your friends said you could/would never do, but you did it anyway?
One would think that one's true friends'd support you, in whatever you wanted to do (which is different than what they think you'd do; okay!!)
I've gotten into trouble in ways that people wouldn't've suspected, but that isn't the issue here.
Well, I've certainly connected/reconnected w/ friends, relationships, and people where we'd had schisms, where others wouldn't have though that that would happen, but it took work .. I don't know if I'd do that again, put the time and energy and compromise to schisms (that occur for a reason) even though they break my heart
I was called "ugly" as a child (and sometimes later), am short, a caucasian brunette, over thirty, semitically featured, and not anorexic, but have done some glamour, catalog, and even (occasionally) runway modeling, and when acting (even since high school!) have always been cast in a "pretty girl" kind of a part .. this is something that people hadn't suspected, and sometimes raise eyebrows to, and react, "You?!?" even now.
In terms of art modeling, some people still can't believe in the nudity, or the "staying still" parts, on my part.
My own Mom, before my college graduation, sent me a letter (along with some money) telling me that she couldn't believe that I could really do it.
In terms of college, yeah .. writing paers immediately before they were due (constantly!) and usually doing very well on them, creating a yearbook for a college that would not last out a year, twenty years of being non-athletic, and then becoming (basically) athletic .. these were things that people didn't believe (or encourage) could be done.
Yeah; dating my first teacher-crush. That happened (although, technically, nobody said "you couldn't," other than the scruples that were raging about both their and my head, and both of our (come on; never pristine!!) reputations) ..
Anyway; that didn't happen until about a year after my last class w/them was over, and when the crush started, I was 31, this person was 43 (maybe May-December, but not impossibly so!!) and we were more than capable (actually, incapable of not) carrying on mutually challenging conversations w/ each other. And we still are. It's been 5-6 yrs ;)
Oh, and Saturday, I hiked or 11 miles, climbing up rocks, entitled "Humpty Dumpty's Path," relying upon others' headlights in caves, climbing up vines and treestumps, with a fractured toe, and wearing non-sandals for the first time since the fracture .. Nobody said that it couldn't be done, but I was thinking of canceling it (for that reason) myself .. another hiker said that the endorphins of movement cause one not to focus upon the pain, and perhaps he was right.
Sometimes we need to step out of ourselves, to realize that we can take care of ourselves, that we can become somebody else (at least in our outward images), that we shouldn't listen to limitations (even to what we are told about science, physics, the universe, etc .. It can all be disproven ;)
I am not saying leap blindly, but find a path.
I though that I would be writing a "negative entry" tonight, but somehow this entry managed to come to a place that I'd always wanted to come to, where hurt and disappointment (and even "one's own issues," or miscommunication) can be transcended .. It all comes to one's own ends