Hi ho internet people.
This has been a tough week, few late starts, few late nights, not the fun kind sadly. But I have a smile on my face today. Had a great weekend with the boy, (the Mighty Rosie was away at a company retreat) went out for lunch on saturday, bought him a basketball to go with his new basketball hoop in the back yard (which I recently started to weed again) and we spent a good hour or so, in the sun, playing hoops. The pride he felt when he got one in was palpable and when he got three more in, my heart swelled with pride so much it affected my centre of gravity. We watch Justice League: New Frontier before bed and it was a fun little day. (Why New Frontier? Apart from it’s general awesome-ness, it has super-heroes punching dinosaurs, now who can deny themselves that joy?)
The next morning we had breakfast and went to a local comic mart, where I got loads of stuff, some of which he got to keep, before meeting up with my wife/his mum (the aforementioned Mighty Rosie) and had a nice chilled out sunday.
Bedtimes were less than wondrous, but this was a great weekend, then my boss was back in on monday and it all turned to shit. I realised that I do in fact like my job, because I had enjoyed the majority of the previous two weeks, but as soon as she came back, my job satisfaction took the week off.
But how do I maintain this positive attitude, is is the 3lb weight loss? Is it the great gym session last night? It is cuddled with my wife watching Commuinty with her? Or the knowldedge that I have to put up with work for only 4 more hours?
Yes, but also, have started a writing course with the local communuity college. Started last week, this week we were given a challenge, eight random pieces of information, lines, characters, obstacles and goals, then six minutes to write something, anything. I did it, because I love to write (hence these incoherent ramblings) so I completed the assignment, no surprise there. But I read it out.
Now for most that’s not a big thing, but with someone with depression, anxiety and a good three decades lacking self esteem, this was a big thing. It went down well, it really did and I felt something so very strange, I was rewarded for my work, appraised and validated by almost strangers and a teacher. I was happy with it, it wasn’t perfect, but I wanted to share and that was a bigger moment for me than I first thought.
In 6 weeks time, I hit forty. Or maybe 40 hits me. But I had a new experience, a new way of thinking about what I am doing.
When I first started the course, the teacher pointed out, that by taking the course, I identified myself as a writer. This week, we learned of the danger of the single story, that single view of us, or of others.
I have never thought of myself as a writer, I minimise and play down this side of me, it is not the whole of me, but without it, no other view of me is the real thing either.
No one is one thing, no one is that label.
I am Keith (to most)
Munky (to a few)
Daddy (to one)
Husband (to another)
For every single story you see, there’s dozens you don’t and hundreds you can’t imagine.
I may post some of the stuff I write, or link to it (we’re being encouraged to use wattpad to share our work with one another)
That 6 minute story, I shared with the Mighty Rosie, she liked it.
We are more than one thing, we are more than one label.
We are unique and beautiful and magnificent, if we so choose to be.