“The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one.” – George Bernard Shaw
This quotation sums up my thoughts on religion. But just to drive it home, I will still work on my explanation, as there is still much for me to figure out about this whole “religion” concept and my personal opinion on the subject. Too big a topic for now, so how ‘bouts I give you a little update?
After meeting with two wonderful and inspirational women yesterday morning, I officially shed my identity as a paralegal, revealing the much-protected, fresh new skin of the writer I am. The identity that has always lived at least one layer beneath the surface deserves to see a little sunshine, don’t you think? As with all transitions, I am open and ready to fully embrace this new direction my life is taking.
I arrived home to M.s. sitting patiently, and noticed a card addressed to “Future best-selling author Barbarella” resting against a vase containing a dozen long-stemmed red roses. He was prepared for any mood I might be in. I cried when I read the card. Tears of joy and appreciation continued to stream down my face as I reached for and held the love of my life. I am such a lucky woman. We went to The Mission Hills Café, where we could enjoy good food and be served by friendly faces.
M.s. and I are excited that my schedule is no longer restricted to available vacation days. We have several trips planned this year, including a road-trip up the coast for a seminar in Carmel, and of course, vacation in Martha’s Vineyard for M.s.’s annual show at the Granary Gallery, among others. Let’s see, how much does she want to share? All in due time, my beautiful readers, all in due time. I’m working on some projects right now about which I am very optimistic. I might just be able to make my living as a writer yet.
This is an auspicious time. The love and support around me is tangible, visible with its shining presence. I’m gonna do it… the future’s so bright. I gotta wear shades. It’s a good thing I got those fabulous prescription sunglasses when the paycheck was steady! Another chalk-mark on Barbarella’s board. Life is good, and I honestly feel as though I am just beginning to live it.