Tag: pretending

Aspirations

Do you remember what you wanted to be when you grew up? Depending on the day of the week, I wanted to be either an astronaut, a ballerina, or a famous author, like Dr. Seuss. An elementary teacher told me only men could become astronauts, so that was out, and since I was never allowed to take ballet classes, that one got scratched.

Occasionally I do still pretend to be both an astronaut and a ballerina, though. Sometimes simultaneously. It’s great fun, and when one is weightless, ballet is much easier.

And now, I’m an author, but hardly famous. At least not in the real world.

Peace, people!

Pretending for Grownups

Before I began blogging on WordPress occasionally I’d write what I called “Pretending for Grownups” posts on Facebook. My Facebook friends would read them and declare, “Oh! You should write a blog!” Ironically, very few of those who urged me to blog actually read my blog–but I blame (and thank) them for my addiction to blogging.

Today Facebook resurrected one of my “memories” which happened to be an early Pretending for Grownups. I thought I’d share it with you. Ah, the good old days…


Making Sense

Wearing toe shoes because
they make her feel graceful,
even though she cannot stand,
let alone walk or dance in them.

Pretending she has appointments,
important happenings in her
date book, when in reality her
days are void of any excitement.

Scribbling furiously in her
notebook, intent on making sense
of the empty days and lackluster
nights, praying for intervention.

Where is the muse who heads the
department of sensible thought?
She’s the one in comfortable shoes,
keeping time with the pendulum.

  
Peace, people!