Reflections

Living Unfinished Lives

• By fannieb
• March 24, 2015
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What’s next for me? Last night I completed my fifth creative writing class and my third with the teacher Doug. It’s as much a beginning as it is an end. And I was encouraged. Last year after my second six week class with him he told me it was a pleasure to see me blossom as a writer and last night he told me that I had found my voice, one that was filled with conflict. He added that this was good for writing. Hopefully, I’ll be able to put this conflict to good use.

I feel and know deep in my heart that I am continuing the lives of my deceased parents. There unrealized dreams have caught hold of me somehow and have sent me down a path of new discoveries and dreams. Their dreams have become mine and I find myself planning things that only a year ago I would never have considered. Their dreams and desires have absorbed into my psyche as if through osmosis and have become my very own. As I meander through life toward a sustainable contentedness I am now following our dreams. What I think this means are trips to and a possible life in a French-speaking country thus fulfilling Daddy’s desire. And what mommy’s unrealized ambition means for me is becoming a successful writer, this is very clear.

So I will write as my emotional outlet in search of connection and meaning and to develop my second career. I will get good at speaking, reading, and writing French and I will travel to French Canada, France, and perhaps Belgium, seeking a new place to plant myself and grow. And I will continue my life taking advantage of opportunities not yet known to me, but that will be brilliantly placed in my path to help me finish unfinished lives – Daddy’s, Mommy’s, and mine.

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