A Wink and a Nod

I can say with absolute certainty that Myself and I have always coexisted amicably for most our life. We knew what was expected from each of us and we followed the rules.

It is only after our mother’s journals were destroyed shortly after her death, that we found some level of acceptance to be unattainable. Loosing a body of work in a flood or a fire is hard, but not as hard as trying to understand the mental component that allowed someone to perform such a malicious act for no other reason than self -absorption and total disregard for another.

Both Self and I were aware that changing what was done was impossible. Accepting the unacceptable was just as improbably. So Self announced to Me that what we need to do is: MAKE A CHOICE OUT OF NO CHOICE.

Hyperbole! I said.

Really?

How about some creative writing as a nod to Mom?

A nod to the lessons she taught us?

Lessons that we will carry for the rest of our lives.

There is only one “minor” problem with your scenario; we are not writers.

We can’t write.

You may be illiterate, but Myself is not.

I have written letters, papers, essays and lectures.

Yes I said, but there is a big difference between documenting information and using words as an art form.

Listen, Self said, between Myself and You, you paint and you are no artist. Why can’t you write without being a writer?

I agreed to try, if only as to not hear another “complaint” about my painting ability.

We joined the Writers’ Chapter in our local women’s club. To our surprise we did not mind the process and thoroughly enjoyed the company of intellectually spirited women who also, and perhaps more importantly happened to be genuinely nice.

So Myself and I became just Me again. Me, who was happy to discover that going out of my comfort zone did not only transform the way I view the past, it allowed me to relinquish feelings of resentment and anger, making space in my life, to live and love with my full self.