Time Machines, Anywhere Doors and Invisibility Helmets – Oh My!
Linking with WordPress’ Daily Post prompt. My local electronics store has started selling time machines, anywhere doors and invisibility helmets. Which one do I choose?
Well, I’m a widow so I already have an invisibility helmet according to most of society, so no need for that (trust me, invisibility stinks).
I would choose a time machine and go back to have a chat with my 17 year old self. Well it would not be a “chat” so much as giving her instructions. Hopefully she would obey in order to be better prepared to face widowhood and unemployment as well as life in general.
I would tell her,
“The devil tried to strangle you at birth with your umbilical cord, and he just tried again last year by wrapping your thyroid gland around your windpipe. Unfortunately, he is not done trying to strangle you.
I am unable to tell you how he will try again or when, but he will. In order to survive and thrive you will need the following:
- your flute – turn it into a side business and keep in touch with your clients throughout the years. (networking)
- your Bible – read your Bible. Immerse yourself in God’s truth.
- your writing – yes, you heard me right, your writing. Minor in writing in college. I know you hate your casual writing style but write anyway. Take all the writing courses you can.
- your camera – yes my dear, you have an eye for photography. You do not see the world as “normal” people see it. Instead you see pictures everywhere because you look at life from all angles and viewpoints.
Finally, Love abundantly and without abandon, Live life to the fullest, Laugh loud and long and make Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s How Do I Love Thee your poem for life and Storm The Bastille! your motto, even though you are not of French descent.”
That is what I would tell her. For there are days where widowhood and unemployment feel like slow suffocation.
But then there are days where I feel like I have all the opportunity in the world laid out before my feet.
I just need to go seize it.
Now off to practice my flute so when the time comes to move to a nursing home, in a few decades, I can cruise around in an electric wheelchair serenading bed-ridden people.
(for the record, I am an American whose ancestors came from Germany and Scotland.)