Showing posts with label new year thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new year thoughts. Show all posts
Monday, December 31, 2012
Can WE Do It?
Final thoughts as the year ends:
Last night I went to see The Hobbit. It was not The Hobbit of my teenage imagination. It was violent and gory and to the young children in the next row, I imagined, the stuff of nightmares.
"How did you like the movie?" my husband asked as we exited the theater.
"I couldn't stop thinking about those small kids behind us," I said. It was totally distracting. Every fang, every scream, everything flying from the screen in 3D seemed too much for them. And if it wasn't too much for them, if they weren't sensitive to the horror, that was even more distressing.
I talked for a few minutes about the way the motion picture association and movie makers manipulate movies and ratings to gain the most profit from them. How parents don't preview movies, ignorantly send their children to see things they shouldn't see. I would have probably sent mine to The Hobbit with a babysitter or gone with them from reading it years ago.
I don't do war movies, but I love war novels. When I read, I am limited by my imagination whether innately or deliberately. In movies it isn't like that.
I came back to those children in Newtown and the boy that killed them. What can I do? I keep asking myself, feeling small and helpless in the face of the media and their lust for money, the gun people with their powerful lobbies and big money, the decreasing funding for mental healthcare. What can I do? I asked my husband.
"You have a blog," he said.
Yes, I do have a blog. I've posted every week in 2012 and fifteen hundred people have read my posts. Not a huge amount - I know bloggers who have that many visitors in a day - but that's fifteen hundred people I think are thoughtful and concerned.
I go back to the title of this blog: Can I Do It?
In 2013, I'm going to ask CAN WE DO IT? I'm going to do research about the big issues that surround tragedies like Newtown and find ways to make small changes that will have a big impact. I'm going to put together town meetings at my local bookstore. I may ask people to guest write; my daughter who was a schoolteacher has strong opinions. I'll post at least twice a month about what I've learned.
In the theater, I found myself thinking, "In my day...." and it made me feel old. But the truth is, in my day, nobody came into the schools and shot classrooms of young children. The worst you faced in the theater was people spitting on you from the balcony. There weren't any malls, but I could ride the bus downtown and spend the day window shopping with my friend and come home with nothing worse than clothing lust. I want some of that back.
I hope you'll be an active participant in this undertaking. There's real power in the WE of CAN WE DO IT?
A sense of safety for everyone. Prosperous in the ways that count. Working to change what's not working. Lucky in '13. My wishes for us in the coming year.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Looking ahead

The other day, I had a revelation about why my life seems to speed ahead now. I live my life a month at a time, sometimes a quarter of a year at a time.
I had my calendar out trying to make plans for a writing workshop I've scheduled in February, set up an art class in March, a new gallery opening in April. There was a whole third of the year in my head.
As an accounting person, I have to do this at work too: January 31, February 28, March 15, April 15 and 30th...and so on through the year. I'm planning my job a quarter at a time.
I do this on a monthly basis too. I write down all the definites: writing class, yoga, birthdays, doctors' appointments. Then I look at the blank days and nights and fit in dinner with friends, trips to Greensboro to deal with my dad's estate, R&R weekends at the coast.
The time flies.
We all know how it was when we were young. We lived one day at a time, the anticipatory moments few and far between. Birthdays, vacations, Christmas. They took forever to get here.
So is it that my life is too busy? That I have to schedule too rigidly? That there aren't enough big things to look forward to, just little moments of happiness in the sea of obligations?
The time is precious now - I'm almost 60 years old - and I don't want to waste any of it. I want to think that I'm making good use of my days and weeks; I just wish they went by a little less quickly.
NOTE: The photograph is of one of my daughter's handmade datebooks. An excellent way to keep up with the year. You can find them at Rockpile Bindery
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