Your past.It never leaves you:)
Just when you think you’ve left it behind, “Kapowee,” it slaps you in the face. “Hello!”
When it comes to life, I’m often a slow learner, but I thought I mastered this lesson earlier on. But, that “Kapowee,” punch keeps hitting me.
Here are two recent examples:
A group of four women in our writing chapter decided to meet to critique each other’s work. Our common interest is writing. At least that’s what I thought. When we got talking about our stories, it turns out that three of us, including myself, are the same age and grew up in Toronto. That’s 3,000 miles away from where we were sitting. “Kapowee. ” The Twilight Zone music begins playing in my head.
Then I learn through discussing a fictional character that two of us are children of alcoholic parents. Kapowee 2. The Hitchcock theme plays in my head.
So there I am discussing my work with supposed strangers, who in fact have a lot in common with me and my past. Did the universe draw them to me in some mysterious way? I wonder.
Earlier in the year, I was part of an on-line critique group of three, organized by the Kiss of Death Chapter. It didn’t work for me, so I withdrew, but not before I learned that all three of us were breast cancer survivors. Now come on. Three out of three. That beats any stat I’ve heard. The theme to Jaws plays in my head.
Am I suppose to learn something from this Kapowee business?
That’s what really bugs me. I feel like I’m standing in front of a sign post and can’t read the signs. Which direction am I to take? What am I suppose to do? The universe seems to be sending me messages. Or is it?
Some people say there are no coincidences in life. I wonder.
This morning I got punched in the face (literally) when I was swimming laps. A man swam out of his lane and hit me square in the nose and it hurt like hell. Still hurts. Is that suppose to be a wake up call?
Like I said, I’m a slow learner.
I think I’ll return to the land of my manuscript where pain belongs to fictional characters who’s oweese can be fixed with a bit of ink.
Still, I wonder about the universe.
(The picture is from Granville Island. I chose it because I like it.)