Some nights after my work day and an unforgiving drive home I am just not in the mood to walk Yoda.
Most nights, actually.
He and I continue to have quite different agendas as we make the exact same loop through the neighborhood. I want to walk. Yoda wants to sniff, lick and pee on everything. Sometimes I feel like I’m dragging him along. I’m certain it is not pleasant for either of us and yet this series of stops and starts is our routine. It’s what we do.
Walking in that chilly night air it occurred to me that this is my life. My life isn’t what happens nine months from now, or nine days from now. It’s this dog and this walk and this air. It’s the moon in it’s current phase. It’s winter before the first snow. It’s right now and it’s under my feet.
It occurs to me, too, that I’ve been marking time. I treat my days as necessary to propel me to the next thing. I don’t have a lot of appreciation for the mundane moments. Marking time. Is there anything worse ?
I’ve decided to view my days as research. A lot can be said about 30 years in the same job, 25 of which, were spent on the same route. Change is evident everywhere. Characters are circling my orbit and a story is begging to be told. A story of hard work, sweat and the crafting of relationships inside and outside of that service.
Letters, Life and What Grew.
Letters, Love and How It Changed Me
Delivering More Than Mail
Stamps, Scamps and Mapping the Way Forward
So, research it is. Paying attention as a storyteller as opposed to someone just scanning the text and passing time. I’m not a great writer, but I DO have some amazing writer friends that can be of great help to me if I just ask. And I definitely have a story or two in me.
Off to do the research as the rain returns. Hopeful that today holds a memory or two and that I can happily “occupy the space I occupy”.
An excellent memoir project! Explore “collage memoir.” (Start here https://writingismydrink.com/blog-2/). The first thing you need to do, though, is stop telling yourself you aren’t a great writer. First of all you most certainly are an exquisite writer. And second, telling yourself you aren’t doesn’t serve you. Go for it! Start making field notes on your research! Begin each page, with: “I AM A WRITER!”
Thank you for this. Coming from you it means a lot. I’ll check out that link too. Something is stirring that feels a lot like a beginning. I used to joke about writing a “tell all” but the truth is, these nearly 30 years have been full of stories. Thanks for the vote of confidence ♡
really good! ”
It’s right now and it’s under my feet” I love this! Can’t wait for more!
Thanks Karri. It seems to me you might be a part of a few of those postal stories 😉 Onward we go …
its quite possible!
I have always considered you someone who weilded words like darts to the heart. So don’t sell yourself short. Words, and the way you use them, were the basis for my initial attraction… and I’m still here. 😚
Love you Bonnie Rae and you do have a story to tell!
Thank you, Dana. Yes, there is a lot of the story to share. I may be in a unique position to document what it means to have a long career in one place. Times they are a changing ..