Major Tom

Some things simmer. Then the pot boils. 

Put your helmet on as Bowie might say. 

Perhaps I'm just not as much of a people pleaser as I used to be. I could really care less what the powers that be, whether that's familial, friends or authoritative, think. I'm just me and that's all I can be. 

It remains to be seen what the future holds. The only thing I know is that I know which way I'm headed. My destiny is clear to me. Believing in the impossible may seem like a folly to some, but not to me. Faith is belief without proof and I have faith in myself and the universe. No guarantees or evidence needed.

Look, I know that I'm trying to go into a different direction than others want and that's okay. Truth is, I can't control anyone or their actions, I can only control me.

This may all seem a bit abstract. Like I'm talking in riddles. But I'm not. I mean these statements with regard to all of my relationships. I really mean them. I'm not scared anymore to take a risk and shoot off in my spaceship trying to reach the stars, without knowing which way this will turn out. 

Because one thing I do know is that I will be okay. 

Let me say it again, in case you didn't hear or understand, I will be okay. Promise.

Shelf life

Everything has a shelf life

An expiration date 

Who says true love lasts

Who says? I did

You're a sucker

Says the face in the mirror

Grimacing at her

For her naïveté 

Yet despite it all

Like a flower whose petals open

Every spring upon command

I still believe

 

2023

I've been thinking and trying to visualize what this year will look like for me. The last two years, really three, have been a whirlwind. What with Covid, my surgeries, my books, the highs and lows of performing, my podcast, school, work stress and my beloved dog Frodo passing away, I can't really believe it. 

About a year ago, I started praying for change. Especially with regards to work. That old saying, don't ask for what you want, you just might get it, is too true. Things are changing. I'm moving units and although I haven't officially moved yet, it should happen soon. It's scary. I have been doing a practice in mental health for years and years. But I have to think that change is good. Meaningful. Important. Something good will come out of this, I just know it.

There's other change in the air as well. I need to work on my health and life balance. Cut out toxins. I am middle aged. Say that three times and click your heels together and you just might turn into a round, withered pumpkin. Some days, I feel good, then others, I feel as if I'm twenty years older than I am.

Most of all, I want to be happy this year. Present. Kind. Cheerful. Can you fake cheer? I can't so if I'm cheerful, I'm usually happy.

And the biggest thing of all, is my writing. I write in stolen bits. Right now at 430 am. Some days at midnight. Or two in the morning. But I write to see. To see me. It's my looking glass. I'll continue this love affair with the mighty pen and turn it inward again. I'm going to be writing an adaption of my books into a screenplay. A new genre. A new me. 

We shall see where this goes.

Post Christmas actually

Recently, I saw a Norwegian mini series about people stuck in an Oslo airport on Christmas. It had a somewhat melancholy sentiment and yet weirdly was also heartwarming.

This Christmas, I am somewhat melancholy too. I feel the loss of my dog Frodo. I miss him so. And his loss brought up the death of my father and my pervasive sadness at not being able to have kids along with so many other things I have grieved. This week, I have been waking up at 3 am and staring at the ceiling.

Now I know, I don't show my sadness often. Even to myself. But sometimes, you must be present in the sadness and feel it, really feel it. 

So I picture my shih tzu Frodo, his black eyes staring at me, right before I had to let him go and I kiss his furry black and white face. And I remember my father's face on my last day with him, on the day he passed. In my mind's eye, I kiss his cheek and hug him tight, so tight. I remember the hope I used to have that I would have a child one day. And I remember letting that hope go, and I imagine the hope flying into the wind like a colorful plane and then crashing into the sea. I hug myself for that one. 

And that's all I can do. I can't bring anyone back. Some hopes die. But other hopes and dreams take their place, for me it's my writing. People pass away, all of us eventually, and we can only remember them fondly. 

And dogs die. Their life spans are such that we caretake for them knowing this. So this morning, I give Chewbacca extra snuggles and I talk to him about how hard it is missing Frodo, and I can almost see a glimmer of understanding somewhere deep in his caramel colored eyes.

The lil writer that could

Today is a good day. I'm feeling hopeful. 

I've been working on some projects for next year. I made a "to do" list and it definitely helped. One of the things I want to do is to translate my books to the screen. But I know that I need help, so I hired a coach. Maybe it's time to invest in myself and get this done. Plus, I know that I don't have forever. Turning fifty woke me up, as did Covid, to my own mortality

I have a feeling this is meant to be. Sometimes, you just need to believe. You see, I've always loved movies. The love of film and television was passed down to me from my father. And when I wrote my long memoir, I always pictured it being adapted to the screen. 

C'mon, I mean, for Pete's sake, there's a story in it called "Movie Time".  And although I've never written a screenplay, I do have a draft of a stage play of my memoir. Yeah yeah, I know, the genres are very different and I know there are action points you need to hit in a film. It can't just be family drama and dialogue. Or can it?

Some days, I wake up and tell myself, start your next book. Let these two books go and start your next project. Then a lil voice inside my head, and heart, which is the voice of my soul and intuition says, not yet, not quite yet... At other times, I hear my father's voice saying, "You can do this Jenny. You can do this."

So I will try. And keep on trying. The little writer that could. That's me. 

An IE boy

Morrissey is playing Ontario tomorrow! He's rarely played the IE and never in my hometown of Ontario. I've seen him in LA, Vegas, Hollywood, Pomona and even Bakersfield, but never Ontario. This is gonna be so special and heart warming. I'm going to be one dancing queen machine. 

You see, as you probably know, Morrissey saved my life in high school. The Smiths showed me there was a place to go with my sadness. My dark wave soul found a home in their music and in Morrissey's lovely storytelling lyrics which were melancholy but also hopeful at times. 

Friday, I will be on the floor in the Toyota arena singing along to every song, his solo stuff included. Morrissey's solo catalogue is underrated for sure. I'm hoping he sings "First of the Gang to Die" along with a host of my other Smiths and Morrissey favorites.

What to wear is the biggest question. Maybe my new combat boots that I've never worn. But they're not broken in...

So I'll probably go with my monkey boots along with a NY Dolls ripped tee (Morrissey's favorite band) and my leopard skirt. And when I see him in LA at the Greek on Saturday, I'll dress up more. I'll go pretty but Friday, I'll go comfortable. I'll be me.

Because, this is Ontario and I'm an Inland Empire girl. And for one night only, Morrissey is an Inland Empire boy... 

Believe

I am all about visualization. As a kid, I used to daydream. All the time. Part bookworm, and part day dream believer, I know that dreams do come true. 

I'm the proof.

Yet, right now, I need to figure out my next dream. Yes, I want to write another book, and that I know I can do. But I have bigger dreams too. Movies, plays, television, media and maybe even a talk show on a larger scale than my one woman video podcast endeavor.

The fact that I've been able to create everything I have with just my own two hands, and some support from good writer friends who have mentored me, is amazing in itself. 

What if I had a production company or a studio behind me? The thing I've realized is that I'm a true creative. A hybrid form person. A writer in all genres. And even a magician in a way because writing is magic. Just find the rabbit in the hat.

So my goal until the new year is to breathe, dream and manifest. Because big things are on the horizon. I just need to trust and believe.