So, for this my last blog for the 31 Day Slice of Life Writing Challenge, some observations about where I am this moment.
– For whatever reason, I’ve been unhappy coming here to blog. It’s not you, it’s me. This is my 2nd year — I’ll be back next year, as I know the year will be different. I’ve noticed I’m mercurial from sets of years to sets of years as I approach my middle age — and I just could not hit a rhythm with my SOL blogging. I knew to find some moment in my life and tie it back to a memory or a story, but I just couldn’t. I could. Not. It’s like my brain didn’t want to go there, and really, I feel like a non-comformist, especially when I read all the beautiful writing and blogging from my fellow teachers.
– The good news is that I absolutely have not felt a whit of jealousy when I read their profound, moving posts (like I did last year during my first year). I really, really enjoy seeing the blogs of fellow Slicers. I’m refreshed when I visit them. Last year, I wanted to conquer the writing I saw, this year, I just want to wallow in it like a little grateful piggy. I plan on visiting more teacher-writer-Slicers in the days to come.
– But I come over here and .. what? .. Just couldn’t find my grove. Probably because this was my Dad’s place last year — I’ll Give You All This and More — and, well, maybe a part of me feels I profaned it by just deciding to blog whatever this month for the SOL Challenge. This is probably what’s going on.. I have to get over it..
– Chuckles with the hubby tonight at Carabba’s, a local Italian restaurant. Actually, the laughing was afterward, when we went to REI and tried looking for tennis shows for his size 14/15 monster feet. Aside from Keens, they have the uglieset shoes. Today, he tried on these yellow and black stompers that looked like the cross between a giant bee and a rubber duck. We didn’t get them.. but they were so comfortable, he almost got them. Hubby didn’t think they went with anything.
– Selena’s Anniversary — the anniversary of her death. She’s from where I’m from, but I only knew about within the first 2 hours after she died. Now, every couple of years, I binge and listen to her music, watch her videos and live concerts and dream about her. Today, I came across an article on a festival they’ve begun having every year in her hometown of Corpus Christi, TX.
Said an actress who attributed her success in Hollywood to Selena:
I moved to Hollywood, and the struggle was real,” Cruz said. “But after 15 years of struggling, now we’re getting representation with ‘Orange is the New Black,’ and that is something that I feel Selena broke some barriers for us.
I’m sorry .. if she struggled for 15 years, only to end up on Orange, then Cruz was just wasn’t a good actress. No, I’ve never seen her on her show, but to say that ending up on a prison show and saying that this is “representation” for Hispanics. Playing an Hispanic on a television wasn’t what Selena was about.
Selena started with her Mexican-American culture, but aimed for mainstream because she saw herself as an American. Driven by her talents, she knew she was unstoppable, until the end. Not once, in all that research and interviews I’ve read, have I heard her mention “representation.” She worked her butt off to make it. Which is all any of us can ever ask..
Forget “representation.” Find your talent, work hard, keep looking for avenues to show your work.
Kinda like writing..
– So.. on this, the 31st day of our SOL challenge, I plan on starting another blog somewhere else, just to knock the funk out and do what I want to do. Here, this isn’t it. I’ve struggled. Here, I want to think and reflect about my Dad. To blog, something I now feel comfortable with (thank you SOL), needs go somewhere else. I’m ready to move that intention over.. and just write. 🙂