As a teenager I loved to dance and I wanted to be a professional dancer, but everyone told me I was "too tall and I wouldn’t fit in with the other dancers." Maybe I shouldn’t have listened, but when I was growing up the only tall dancer I ever saw was Tommy Tune and he mostly danced alone whenever he was on TV.
I gave up on dancing and thought about being a psychiatrist. I was really interested in psychiatry until I found out I’d probably have to go to college for at least seven years.
Finally I decided to go into journalism because I was nosy, a good listener, and I liked to write. I mostly enjoyed working at newspapers, except for the long hours and the stress of deadlines. I wound up losing my job when I became too sick to work.
Since I was unemployed with time on my hands, I wrote a book, and published it myself. Now I’m trying to sell and promote my book, which is a lot of work.
I’m also a mother, grandmother, and pet owner. I like trying to make people laugh, movies, theater, concerts, reading, making bracelets.
Is my Authentic Self made up of all of the above? I don’t know? I should have paid more attention when Oprah was on the air.
Meanwhile I wrote the following poem:
THAT’S MY LIFEThat’s life, what would Oprah say?
Trying to keep it Authentic every day.
Just when I think I’ve reached a higher spiritual plane.
I screw up and have to start all over again.
I’ve been a writer, an author, a mother, a daughter,
a sister and a friend
I’ve worked at newspapers and done other capers
The list doesn’t end
Just when I think I might finally win the race
I trip, wipeout, and end up in last place
That’s life, you just have to keep trying
Because no matter what happens
It’s better than dying
So I’ll just keep moving on
And know matter what happens
I’ll try to stay strong