Picking a Direction

Most people would view being multi-talented as a blessing. Having the interest and ability would be even better. I have both in a variety of areas. Luckily, one tends to feed another. I love reading, baking, cooking, writing and gardening. And I love to read about all those things as well. Yes, I like to read about reading. Don't judge me.

Here is the problem. I am also good at all of those things. I read a wide variety of topics, authors and genres. A lot of my conversations start with, "I was just reading about …". I am an excellent baker. I can bake anything: cookies, bars, pies, cakes, tarts, etc. If you can name it, dream about it, or salivate over it generally I have already or would be able to make it for you. Cooking is another thing that combines ability and interest. Yes, I read cookbooks just for the heck of it. Again, don't judge me. I've cooked Indian, Moroccan, Japanese, Italian, Greek, Scottish and British. Give me a cookbook and some basic ingredients and generally I can create a satisfying meal. Gardening is my outdoor expression of art. It calms me, grounds me and fascinates me. I love growing food too. It is extremely gratifying to cook with ingredients from your own backyard. If I could just get around those chicken by-laws I'd be set. My gardens are woodsy, structured, zany and beautiful. Sort of describes me on a good hair day.

Now writing is cropping up. I've always been known for writing a good letter. They've been referred to as "Liz Letters" when the receiver has ticked me off. English has always been a good subject for me. I find words fascinating and with my little reading habit have developed a pretty good vocabulary. One drawback is that it makes me very judgmental of those with limited ability to express themselves or their ideas. I went and married a person with dyslexia and went on to have a son with dyslexia. How's that for divine intervetion ? What they've taught me is to be more patient and allow people to communicate in their own way and time. This has been a very good thing as Martha would say. I once worked for a college where the Educational Director used the word "irregardless" on a regular basis regardless of the fact that it's not a word. Now to give credit where credit is due, I used to use that word until my brother pointed out it wasn't a word. It was immediately banished from my lexicon. I have to tell you that it took every fiber of my being not to correct that Director every time we spoke.

But I digress. My issues with poor grammar, spelling errors and under developed vocabularies are another story for another time. And lots of therapy. It tends to distract me from whatever direction I am heading in. As my husband will tell, this is not a challenging thing to do. Apparently having multiple interests can also translate into having a hard time focusing during a conversation. With so many things to discuss and discourse about, why stick to one topic when you can maniacally jump from one topic to another ? Why indeed.

In describing my abilities, I don't mean to brag. Anyone who knows me well enough will immediately confirm that I am certifiably insecure about my ability to do anything. Surely anyone can bake, cook, read, garden and write just as well as I do or better ? I have been assured by people, outside of my very biased family, that my talents are somewhat unique. That my level of interest in the variety of subjects which influence my abilities is also somewhat unique. This puzzles me. How do people stay occupied if they are only interested in one thing ? Don't they get bored ?

The point of this little story is in the title. Picking a direction. How does one who possesses more than one talent, ability or interest pick a direction in life ? How is it possible to become masterful in anything when you are pulled in so many directions ? It's like being a magpie in a forest of shiny things. Each opportunity looks more interesting and new than the last. I guess I can be thankful that I will never be bored. Maybe I can take a step back and be grateful that I will always have the ability to feed my family, have many interesting topics to discuss, write terrific letters and add beauty to the planet. Maybe the only direction I need to go in is forward.

Gives Me Hope

Well....

I've just lucked into the greatest little blog. Matt is an Aspie like my boy. Matt also likes to cartoon, just like my boy. Matt is an adult Aspie that has managed to build himself a pretty decent life, be comfortable with himself and appears to be a well rounded guy. This gives me hope. My boy is hyper-creative. Plasticene, Kinects, Lego, Cartooning, Claymation - you name it, he can create in it. I've bought more books, videos, clay, plasticene to support my boy's habit than I care to admit. HOWEVER, I've yet to find a social group that I can sign my boy up for so that he can find other people who love to do what he does - until Matt.

You give me hope Matt. Hope that my boy will find his way. Hope that he may someday make a living out what he loves to do. Hope that he will continue to grow and learn and appreciate his uniqueness like I try to.

Thank you Matt for your story. I've sent your book to my son's teacher to provide her with another resource to help my son understand himself and hopefully help others to understand him better. THANK YOU !!!

You Take Me

Far away adventures. Tasty treats to be created. Loving relationships to build and nurture. Philosophies to learn and incorporate into my life. Animals to raise, love and eat. You take me to these places. These places of change, development and growth. These places of empowerment, decisions and control. You take me there.

A beautiful flower gently swaying on a summer's breeze. The butterfly skittering around on it's erratic dance of air. Snow falling gently with the promise of snowmen and days off work. Moonshine peeking through the clouds and tree tops reflecting the sun to us in the darkness. You take me to these places. These places of warmth and light and calm. These places of color, serenity and daydreams. You take me there.

A chubby little hand that clings to mine after the first sweet breath is taken. Pigtails and buzz cuts that leap and play with the joyful abandon of childhood. Text books, computers and teachers all full of fact and fiction. These places of learning, believing and youth. You take me to these places. These places of memory, innocence and naiveté. You take me there.

A white dress gliding down the aisle festooned with ribbon and lace. The small red brick house with a picket fence and garden. Fights won and lost. Friends made and set adrift. Love blinding us to the changes in family as we age and grow and change. You take me to these places. These places of living and dying and moving on. These places of me and you and we. You take me there.

My eyes allow me to see. My brain allows me to remember. Together they take me to these places. Together they make up what has been my life. Together they take me there.