I kind of like the little blog/musing I put in my newsletter today but in order to offer NL readers something exclusive (even though I've never actually come out and said that before now) I won't copy and paste it here. The NL musings are one-offs, for now.
Plus I can't imagine that what I say makes all that much difference in the world. I can only hope that I am able to offer an escape, bring a smile or a nod, maybe drop some words or phrases that resonate. It's all we can hope for really.
When I was in something - was it back in acting school or when I was an English teacher... ? Who knows, it all blends together now. But there was that saying "if I can reach one person, it will have been worth it". And that still holds true but now it's with writing. Plus I'd have to quantify the word "reach" - what does that even mean? Touch? Influence? Help? All of that?
This is where my mind wanders when my upstairs neighbor pulls her all-nighters, which is pretty much every night. They say she's sick and suffering but for someone who is supposedly too sick to work, or leave her house, she sure has a lot of friends over partying on a regular basis. A tangent? Yes and no. This is what I'm currently living with. My invisible tormenter. And I realize this is par for the course in a way. You see I've worked since I was 14 years old, sometimes doing 2 jobs - hell I have 2 full time jobs now and only one that earns me a living! So I have a little resentment toward people who don't work. Let me qualify that - I'm not referring to stay at home moms, artists or creatives that do work but don't get paid for what they do. NO, I'm referring to people who are kept. I know several people like this (other than my neighbor) - why they all happen to be women I'm unsure of. But these people don't have to work, they're fully supported, some by men or in the case of the woman upstairs, by her parents. I could spend endless hours wondering what that would be like or hating them or just resenting them... but what good would that do? Because the other little fact they ALL having in common is that they're all unhappy. Miserable even. Suffering. Who could envy that?
Is it the people who have to work their butts off (like you and me) that actually get $h#% done? Is it because we're disciplined or is because we don't have another choice? Or do we get so much done because we have so much on our plates? Are we overachievers? Leaving the party animals upstairs in the dust? Or are we just forced to learn how to manage time.
Author Chloe Adler
Here are some musings - Nothing fancy - no outline and no editor - just some stream of consciousness. If you're looking for the Journey of Rain Star (blog/story) you can find it here. If you want to read my books, please go here :)