Josie, our collie, was teaching Trip, our spaniel puppy some yoga yesterday. It’s good for them to practice yoga, both mentally and physically. I should have joined in. (I’m giddy in excitement because our eldest son comes home today for a visit, but I’m not going to say anything because the superstitious part of me, just doesn’t want to jinx it.) Speaking of cute animals, did you see the news story about Hubert and Kalisa, the aging African lions at the Los Angeles zoo? (I cannot wait to see our son. We haven’t seen him, in person, since Christmas due to this damn virus. But again, I’ll just keep this upcoming visit, to myself.) Hubert and Kalisa were best friends and partners, and were rarely seen apart. They were euthanized together yesterday, because they each had quite a bit of ailments, at their ripe age of 21 years, which is apparently a very, very long life for a lion. (Of course, there is all sorts of drama with my son flying in, because besides the virus fears, we are watching the path of the hurricane, whose name I can’t pronounce (Why do we even have to get creative with names of storms, these days?!?) very closely. But I’m just going to keep my fears to myself and I am just going to stay positive.) I think that Hubert and Kalisa were like the regal, real life fur edition of The Notebook. (I can’t wait to announce on the blog that my son is safely in town, tomorrow. My readers are going to be so surprised and so very happy for me.)
I’m writing a little “bonus blog post” about a touchy subject. This is the first time and the last time that you will ever experience me blogging about this subject because everyone knows that it is “gauche” to talk about money. It’s an uncomfortable and squirmy subject. Still, you may have noticed that I added a “Tip Jar” to my home page. One of you did ask me about it. Another one of you suggested that I add a virtual tip jar, a while ago. I hemmed and hawed about this idea, for a long time.
First of all I LOVE to write on THIS “very special to me”, Adulting – Second Half blog, because, besides my four beautiful children, this blog is my most favorite creation. Writing this blog is right up there with breathing and sex for me. That is why I spend about 3-4 hours almost every single morning working on bringing this blog to fruition. (Truthfully, I rarely get out of my robe until noon because I am so entranced with my blog. Ask my grossed-out family. It’s the truth.) And then I spend at least 1-2 extra hours every day, reading and researching and daydreaming about my next blog post. And I absolutely appreciate that anyone takes any amount of time, during their day, to read my blog and to connect with me. Your time is valuable. I understand this, and I thank you for it, from the bottom of my heart. I write what I want to write about (not what about is marketable, nor trendy, nor sponsored) and you validate me. And I love you for that fact. Writing this blog is my favorite art form. I am not interested in writing books or fiction or how-to articles. Just like some artists prefer water colors, I choose blogging. I choose this particular blog. I choose me. I choose you.
Nonetheless, my hobby (and my passion) is an expensive hobby. I have to pay for annual subscriptions to WordPress and to Bluehost. I forgo the income that I used to make on various part-time jobs that I previously held during my morning hours, for many years, to help bring in some extra money, for my large brood’s “fun fund.” But more importantly, and I say this on behalf of all creatives (and I know that many of my readers are creatives, themselves), our creations are valuable. What creatives create, helps to sustain us all of us, helps to give us hope, helps to revive and inspire us and helps to remind us why we are captivated with living and fascinated with all of our living experiences. Museums are filled to the brim with what the creatives have left behind, and thankfully, their generous benefactors saw what we all desperately need, and all of that, is beautifully filled in the hallowed halls of the archives of history.
“I must study politics and war, that our sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy. Our sons ought to study mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history and naval architecture, navigation, commerce and agriculture in order to give their children a right to study painting, poetry, music, architecture, statuary, tapestry and porcelain.” – John Adams
Thankfully, my family is blessed with a comfortable life. I am so grateful for that fact. But that does not mean that my creation (or yours) is without worth. Yes, I write this blog out of love and passion and gratitude and meaning and purpose, but that does not mean I should not get compensated for it. I am sure that Beyonce or Taylor Swift or Brad Pitt or Stephen King, does not need even one more penny in their bank accounts to keep them kept, handsomely, for the rest of their lives, but does that mean that they should not be rewarded for their creations which we all so dearly enjoy, even if they got great joy and satisfaction out of their own acts of creation??? Most successful business people enjoy running their businesses. Most surgeons get immense satisfaction out of saving lives. I think most sports professionals feel like they are living “the dream.” But what do many CEOs and medical professionals and NFL stars love to spend their well, hard-earned money on? They choose to spend it on the beautiful creations made by the people who describe life in emotion – emotion shown in paintings, and in photographs, in interior design, in exterior design, in music and in fashion, and in film, and in dance and in poetry.
Friends, I am writing this post as a reminder to me and to all of us, to never forget our own individual worth. The Universe/God/Creation/Mother Earth and Sky designed all of us, to work in unison, to make one beautiful tapestry. Some threads of this cloth mosaic, were meant to be scientists, and others, teachers. Some of us are natural nurturers and carers, and others are amazing visionaries. If we all see the value in our own purposes, and we realize that same value in other people’s purposes, then the weaving of this tapestry happens flawlessly, and the overall outcome can only be nothing short of breath-taking.
I choose not to charge a subscription for my writings because I want my writings to be available to all who enjoy them, and to those who get something from them. I choose not to get involved with advertisers, because I find advertisements annoying and distracting, and I want my blog to be a place of calm for you and for me. So, I put a donation button on my blog, for nothing more than a way to subsidize something that I think benefits us both. If you can afford a subscription, please consider a donation, and if not on my blog, please pay it forward by supporting local artists and crafters and other writers and musicians, etc. who have somehow touched your life and made it feel better and more vivid, to be alive. Thank you for stomaching through this post. I love you all.
