Friday, October 11, 2013

Just Write Something

Blogging Friends.... Thank-you for your lovely words of encouragement on the other day's post!! I needed them!! And I treasure every single word!! I even gained a new Friend along the way!! To Christina. For a first-time commenter, your words were so very sweet!! You did not have to do that. But thanks!! I think I love you!!
"I am a writer, an artist who paints pictures with words.".
This I've repeatedly assured myself as mood swing-infused pity parties continuously haunt me, strumming away certain emotions, thoughts and feelings like some electric guitar. Nothing else matters. I do not need to attend college in pursuit of an important and meaningful occupation such as a pediatrician's career. Minuscule is good. I do not need to become a published author. Because.  
"I am a writer, an artist who paints pictures with words.".
Then--quite routinely--mood swing-infused pity parties crank up the amplifier, strumming away certain emotions, thoughts and feelings with even more power.
"I am a writer, an artist who paints pictures with words.".
This morning, as I felt mood swing-infused pity parties turn up the volume on certain emotions, thoughts and feelings, this scene from "Iron Man 3" reappeared in my head. It occurred when Tony Stark was suffering from yet another anxiety attack. And Harley calmly talked him out of it. {Uh. I think my unreliable memory got it correctly!!}   
"You're a mechanic, right?" --Harley
"Yeah." --Tony Stark
"You said so." --Harley
"Yes, I did." --Tony Stark
"Well, then why don't you just build something?" --Harley
"Okay." --Tony Stark
Then, suddenly, I felt God ask me this question.
"You are a writer. You're an artist. Why don't you just write something?".
Wait. Did God just use my words against me?!
Ironically, I seemingly haven't the time just now to write any stories about Rose, so they shall wait. However. Today is October 11th. There's something very special and significant about this date. It is my dear, dear friend/pen-pal, Amber's birthday. She was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis at the tender age of eight. And, sadly. On September 27th, 2008, Amber passed away at age 19. She was such a faithful friend!! Amber wrote me notes when her eyesight began to fail before going blind, while physically disabled and trached. And she never whined or complained in any of my letters. What an example. Amber would have been 25 years old today, if not for her M.S. . I wonder. I wonder where Amber's existence would be right now if she were still alive? Hmmm. Or if that evil M.S. had never even affected her, where would she be? I do know one thing for certain. Our paths never would have become intertwined if not for the M.S. . See. Amber became my pen-pal on account of her disease. She needed a friend. Now Amber resides in Heaven. She was a lover of animals, and I am certain that my special friend is watching over Shadow Sunshine for Jesus. Ah, Amber. I still miss you....
Now. As I "just write something"--for my mental/emotional well being--Rose stories will come!! I promise!!
        
 

10 comments:

Sketching with Dogs said...

I am so very sorry about your friend Amber. I didn't even know you could get MS at such a young age and am shocked.
When I am havig a pity party here it usually helps to remember I am alive, healthy and have my family and dogs. What more can we ask for.
Oh and painting, that always helps, hope your writing does too Raelyn.
Lynne x

Unknown said...

Sorry to read about Amber. The stories will come when the muse visits for sure and yes you paint pictures with words and we love them. Have a super Saturday.
Best wishes Molly

Mary Lou said...

Lynne....
Thank-you for the comment, Friend!!
"I am so very sorry about your friend Amber. I didn't even know you could get MS at such a young age and am shocked.". Amber was what they call a "special case".
"When I am having a pity party here it usually helps to remember I am alive, healthy and have my family and dogs. What more can we ask for.". That is a good idea. I've tried to remain positive--hence the pep-talk "I am a writer, an artist who paints pictures with words.".--but when pity parties come my way, they feel like lost battles. Oh well!! Not the "war", though!!
Yes, my writing takes me to a happy, happy, happy place, where learning disabilities, limitations, and "I can'ts" are cast out with the wind. I am free. Because I CAN.



Mary Lou said...

Molly....
Thanks for the comment, Friend!!
"The stories will come when the muse visits for sure and yes you paint pictures with words and we love them.". Thanks!! The stories will come when my creative Writing Juices come up with something worth reading!! Oh yeah, and time helps, too!! ;op



Tweedles -- that's me said...

I am sorry about your friend too.
I think you should just write-- like this is a diary - know what I mean?
Just keep writing and we will keep reading
love
tweedles

Mary Lou said...

Tweedles....
Thank-you for the comment, Friend!!
"I think you should just write-- like this is a diary - know what I mean? Just keep writing and we will keep reading.". Yes. I know exactly what you mean!! Thanks!! ;)
I hope you continue to GET BETTER, SOON!! ;op

Sherri / 2Rescues said...

I'm getting around Blogville a bit today....thanks for your comment. Chocolate can be a wonderful thing until you get on the scale. :)

So sorry to hear about Amber. I never know quite what to write about these days either. I really like to write funny stuff. But life hasn't been funny lately.

Mary Lou said...

Sherri....
Thank-you for the comment, Friend!!
"Chocolate can be a wonderful thing until you get on the scale.". Yep!! ;op

Ryker said...

"I am a writer, an artist who paints pictures with words." I love that! It is so true!

Mary Lou said...

RYKER....
Thank-you for the comment, Friend!!
"I am a writer, an artist who paints pictures with words.". So I keep telling myself!! Most writers need illustrators. Not me!! I get to be my own illustrator!! ;op