Restlessly Creative, Party of One: Why I'm 'Just Getting Started' After 50



"The reinvention of daily life means marching off the end of our maps." Bob Black 

Hello, Gorgeous!

I have joked many times that I'm either a Jill of all Trades or a Renaissance Woman, depending on my mood and the day. Lately I've been leaning more towards Jill of all Trades, master of some. If I'm being really honest, I've also had more than a handful of Jill of all Trades, master of none days. Winter is not my shining time, literally and figuratively speaking. Plus, the empty nest, being married to a traveling business man, and living in the middle of nowhere surrounded by things that make me sneeze, cough, and wheeze have not done much to boost my self assessment.

Damn it, Madge. Buck up.

I've told my reinvention stories before, and the truth is they're just my stories. They only have the power over me that I allow. What is in the past can remain there if we let go of our attachment to the emotions we feel in response to the things that happened. Still, we can't deny that each choice has an impact on the trajectory of our lives. It's important to remember that we are free at any time to make a new choice.

I'm either a Jill of all Trades or a Renaissance Woman. Everything is perspective. In my lifetime, I have been an actress, a vocalist, a band member, a waitress, a cabaret performer, a home shopping guest, a DIY jewelry making and craft expert, a craft segment TV co-host and guest, a mom, a gallery owner, a magazine editor, a features writer, a published poet, an author, a restaurant manager, a star student, a creativity guru, a blogger, a social media maven, a consultant, a PR person, a public speaker...

My restless creativity drives me to toss on my trusty pith helmet, head off on new adventures, and take the side roads whenever possible.

It's also my unfortunate tendency to make sweeping declarations. "I am finished with this! I am now doing that!" These are silly declarations, because the creative force doesn't like being limited. Muses are not amused when forced to follow rules and regulations. My muse is particularly petulant. She will go on strike for months if I try to limit her horizons.

Me: I am finished with this! I am now doing that!

Muse: (Sits, sighs, pouts) Fuck it. I'm going to sit on this log and pout until you un-tether me.

Me: Fine. Whatever.

Muse: (Silence)

Clock: Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Me: (Exasperated) ARGH, FINE! Do what you will, Muse.

Muse: Well, it's about damn time.  (Stands up, straightens skirt, reapplies lipstick, saunters forward.)

My business card used to have about ten jobs/skills listed on it, I could have added an accordion folded attachment. My LinkedIn is similarly extensive and quite possibly confusing. What does this woman do, exactly? Why can't she pick something?

Why, indeed.

Restlessly Creative, Party of One? Here! 

Maybe, though, I'd be better served with Renaissance Woman, or Creative Force of Nature, or Jill of all Trades and Master of Some...

...or better still: It's Complicated.

There's also Possibilitarian, which is what my husband called himself when we met 20 some years ago. This was a big factor in my falling in love with him. 

"Life is an adventure, it's not a package tour." Eckhart Tolle
The thing is, there's always a new horizon. There is always something calling us forward. I am curious, about everything. There is so much to see, experience, do, learn, how can anyone pick one? I can say this without hesitation and surely without limitation: I am a work in progress. As I evolve, my interests evolve, my talents evolve, and my consciousness evolves. I'm on a journey and the destination is not the point. Our outer journey is our inner journey. The more we press forward and expand outward, the more we grow inward. Our only limitations are self imposed. I will not limit myself or give up on myself. This story is not finished, it's only just begun.

Rock on,
Madge


3 comments:

  1. Oh, Madge! That's me, too. Only 60 years-old as of the 2nd. Just create. I wrack my brain on a regular basis trying to define who I am. I can't do it. So, to hell with the definitions! Creation is its own destination. There are too many rules, anyway. I'm on the road to let go... and let it happen. Thanks for sharing this. xo

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    1. The moment is all we have, so we might as well make the most of it! Rock on! xoxo, Madge

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    2. Creative Force of Nature!! I so resonate with this. Thank you for sharing your fabulous and inspiring and oh so human journey. You inspire me to unleash my own creativity and dare to color outside of the lines. XO

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