Last year I took my first trip to Italy and was able to visit Murano, where they make beautiful stained glass. While this isn’t a photo of stained glass, I thought the scene was just as pretty.
I went to Berlin for the first time last year and loved it. I would really like to go back and spend more time there. The people were friendly, the food was good, and the overall atmosphere was artistic and interesting. This is a photo I took at the East Side Gallery, part of the wall that remains where they have allowed artists to paint large murals. I loved the way this piece of artwork depicted the breaking down of the wall.
Over the next three weeks, I’m going to be finishing up my old job and going on vacation before I start my new job. In other words, I won’t have tons of time for blogging here until the middle of October. I didn’t want to try to write three weeks’ worth of posts in advance. I’m a little more spontaneous than that!
But to keep things going here, if it’s OK with you, I will post several of my photos each week that will take you on a tour of places I’ve seen recently. I’m so fortunate to have seen these places in person and taken the photos myself.
Let’s go, shall we? Fasten your seat belt.
This first photo is of a little neighborhood in Paris that I love very much, at the northern end of Le Marais. I don’t get the chance to go there nearly as often as I’d like, but every time I do, I feel very, very happy.
As I wrote about yesterday, I had a terrible PTSD episode in the afternoon that really sent me reeling.
To make my day even worse, I encountered a horrific subway problem trying to get home after running a couple of minor shopping errands. A commute that should have taken me 45 minutes took me 2-1/2 hours.
My husband met me as I was walking up the hill to our apartment building, bless him. And what did I do? I took the bags I’d been carrying and smashed them against a fence.
It felt like something inside myself broke though — like breaking a window and finally being able to see clearly to the other side.
I was angry about the subway situation, yes. But that wasn’t what made me (almost) break what I’d bought.
It was simply that I am tired of interacting with people at my job who show so little respect for others, that they’re willing to throw them under the bus or stomp on their careers and lives without giving it another thought. The cavalier attitude that prevails among senior staff members is not only irritating, it’s damaging — to me and other people, good people, with whom I work.
For my entire adult life, I have ignored or otherwise not even felt these kinds of things. Now, it’s as if all these pent-up realizations are breaking through, slowly and over time — and sometimes suddenly, like now.
I don’t know if I can “make it” as a successful fiction and nonfiction writer of self-published books. But the only way I’ll find out is if I keep going. I’ve always found that taking one step often allows other doors to open. So I’ll keep writing. And I will — I absolutely will — find another method of supporting myself financially that allows me to break free of this 9-to-5 grind of working for other people. I’m still on the one-day plan of life invention. And yesterday was another big “a-ha” moment.