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Helen Ray's avatar

Oh my goodness, talk about synchronicities! I needed that message exactly at this moment. Thank you so much for being the wonderful soul that you are, and sharing it with all of us.

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Cheryl Ensom Dack's avatar

This is beautiful. I love the scrapbook imagery. You’ve captured something that I’ve felt but never put into words.

I find myself at mid-life, my last baby about to leave for college, my body/mind changing with perimenopause, and the future far more uncertain than I pictured it being when I imagined being 48 years old. As a writer, I tend to want to synthesize my experience into a piece of writing that makes me make sense and/or helps others, but I’m finding that even that is just feeling…. Silly.

I can write myself into a veritable hall of mirrors with all the walls carefully-curated to frame my choices, foibles, and losses in a way that “explains” and “justifies” them. My Ego Scrapbook is a false reality and rather than garnering me the connection (and in some cases absolution) I so crave, it becomes a new prison. “This is me! Love me! See how good I am? See how innocent I was when I fucked up?” is what my scrapbook would say if it had a voice. But that reduces those I most love to two-dimensional figures that prop up my scrapbook/collage. I love them too much to keep doing that.

Those of us who are artists and writers but who were raised in a way that caused love to be hitched to performance and appearance have a choice: to use our creativity on these ego projects, or to create new things. I guess I’m not sure how to do the new way? That’s what I’m thinking is next though.

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