Living in Rough Draft

I love that every day it’s always possible to discover something new about yourself, if you open yourself up for that.

I love that you don’t have to see yourself, your likes and your dislikes, and even your so called ‘normal life’ as a constant, unmovable thing. I like that we can live in rough draft and always be willing to scrap a chapter or add a totally new one.

This weekend I saw a Shakespearean play on the big screen (see my previous post to share in that experience) and then did a class today where we painted the Tardis from Doctor Who. I have never thought of myself as a theatre geek and am not yet a Whovian, but I love the idea of allowing myself to check out the possibility of both. And more.

Why not look for more things to be excited about? I’ve thoroughly enjoyed being a Harry Potter fan, a Hunger Games fan, a Tom Hiddleston fan, and a Game of Thrones fan. It’s cool to perk up when you hear a mention of a favorite book or movie or actor. Why not add more to the mix?

Like I mentioned in my previous post, I’ve never really been a Shakespeare fan, but I am enjoying #ShakespeareSunday on Twitter where the hosts @HollowCrownFans post a theme and people tweet their favorite Shakespeare quotes relative to the theme. It has me pouring through online texts every Sunday. I never would have imagined that for myself, but I love it.

I have also never been a poetry fan, but I have found that I absolutely love my The Love Book app I downloaded, and another by the same publisher called iF Poems. Both have a collection of poetry (and prose) that are collected in such a lovely way for you to scroll through and enjoy. But the real gift, for me at least, is the works that are read by actors and actresses adding so much more depth than I alone may get in just reading in my head. Poems I may never have otherwise noticed, or never have loved are brought to life in such a beautiful way. After listening to and reading poems on my apps, I recently picked up several poetry books at the library (Me! Poetry!) and I’ve found myself drawn to them instead of the novel I have by my bed.

Let me assure you that in no way would I have imagined that for myself a year ago. And how absolutely wonderful is that?

Where will I be and what will I love and what will I be doing a year from now?

The beautiful thing is I don’t know. I haven’t written that part of my story yet.