Once upon a time, in a land far, far, away, there was a young writer who had this amazing ability to write well. She could write meaningful, funny, satirical, and honest pieces that people enjoyed reading. She was thoughtful, and never afraid of how people felt about her writing, her opinions or even her. I admired this writer because she had then what I want now; the inability to be affected by the negative.
It’s said that artists use their pain to inspire their work. Jane Austen was alone in life, and she used her romantic notions to pen seven literary works that inspired love. That old writer I knew, could take even the most humiliating, painful experiences and turn them into a comedy with heart.
Once she wrote The Guide to Puddle Jumping; an unpublished and I believe unfinished, piece of work. In it she said, “I’ve always viewed life as a series of puddles waiting to be jumped in.” She went on to say that puddles were unique because you can look at a puddle and sometimes have no idea how deep it is until you jump in. You don’t know how big of a splash it will make, but you do know that at one point you are going to jump and there will be a splash. You could get dirty, or you could be refreshed. But all in all, there are no guarantees in puddle jumping. Because there are no guarantees in life. And I agree with her; the sooner you realize that nothing is guaranteed, the more you can understand and appreciate life.
Now this is not intended as a sad post, because it isn’t sad. It’s a reflection I am sharing with you because well, every so often we have to pause and reflect. We have to take time to collect ourselves, feel what we need to feel, and move forward from there. To be painfully honest, I am in the process of reminding myself of those things that make me the happy, fun seeking, food loving, and crazy thinking person I am. Because I have every intention of moving forward. There is nothing but the remains of splashed puddles behind me, and I think a big rainstorm is coming. Hope you brought your boots.