Misconceptions

Warning for frank discussion of depression and other topics including a miscarriage and suicide attempts.

Trying to make sure people feel like they can read this blog but I want to make sure I don’t give someone the return to bad memories so going behind a cut here.

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LJ Idol Season 10 Week 3 Brushback Pitch

When I was in college I played on the history department softball team because I could hit. My fielding was OK but I was really good at smacking the ball into places that people weren’t so we could get the base runners around. There was one pitcher for the philosophy team that liked to push people back with a rather vicious pitch. It was the only time I got hit in the head with a softball where my ears were ringing after contact. He got called on it by the umps more than once but persisted in using that pitch to keep the batters off balance.

Life can do that to you too. The saying ‘life is what happens when you are making other plans’ is so very true. It throws curve balls at you that make you take a step back or there is contact and you deal with the fallout from that.

Some of the curveballs that life has handed me so far were doozies and I am sure that there are still a number of them out there for me to either duck or deal.

However I have found in my fifty-three years on this planet that things have an odd way of working out for me. At the time it might not seem so, but looking back on what happened it was necessary for that to happen so I am where I am and who I am today.

They say that adversity builds character. A friend once told me after his seventh surgery to correct an issue after a car accident that he could use a little less character in his life. And it is true that which does not break you makes you stronger but like a broken bone, there is still the echoes of the fracture through out one’s life.

I was once asked if I had any serious regrets about my life so far. And I honestly said no. Sure there are the little regrets that occasionally I will revisit in my head but nothing that I really feel was serious. I am happy about my life and where I am in it. I love being a mom. I love all the things I have been able to do because I am a puppeteer and a stage manager and a book editor and a comic book enthusiast and a voracious reader and a published writer and….well you get the idea. I have done a lot in my life and with my life.

Life has thrown some pitches at me both good and bad. I find myself married to a writer, which is not what I expected. I never expected to be a canonical Dr. Who author but I am along with having written for the Ghostbusters comics and creating whole worlds with my husband. I never expected to have to take on the role of caretaker and spokesperson for my husband after his stroke.

I find myself having a large group of people that I call friend who are about as diverse as can be but than I am a rather diverse person. That I am friends with people who I admired when I was younger is mind-blowing to me. And then to find out that there are people who think the same of me is just another level of mind blowing. I’m just me.

I made a decision years ago to just go with what came at me and try to knock it out of the park. I have had my successes and my misses. I have even been nailed by a pitch or two. But I pick myself up, dust myself off, and get back into the batter’s box or take my base.