I am a closet Beatles fan.
This is both the absolute truth and a wild exaggeration. I laugh. Because I'm not in the closet, but no one ever asks me if I'm a Beatles fan. (I suspect no one cares.)
However, I enjoy the drama of grand pronouncements like the above. An exaggeration because I think a true fan would be able to list off all sorts of facts and titles, lyrics, periods and interpersonal scandals. Sorry, I just like the music. Snippets of Paul's lyrics invade me at the oddest times. Or maybe the most perfect ones. (As an aside, I read today on a friend's blog that William Safire says do not start a sentence with a preposition. I learned that, too. Or something like that. hahahaa)
It was a busy day dawning on a busy night of intense emotion, demon wrestling, and re-dedication to a cause far greater than one person's needs, but instead the need to create something real, and maybe save everyone in the process. Grandiose? I honestly don't know. I will blog on this sometime, the injuries I have suffered in the past... the things I learn everyday from my sons about topics like pornography. Their astute advice and intimate boy knowledge offers a blunt for the blades that have sliced me. Someday when you all know me better I believe I will even tackle my kidnapping at age 16.
I did indeed find and purchase the little car of the cosmos I hoped to find. It did rather come to me, and I decided not to vex myself with worry over alternatives. A victory for me...my dear sister Christin could regale you with the story of my purchasing and returning four sets of towels before finally settling on one. Towels! I am definitely doing better on this front.
So, as usual, Guy said something inspirational. He quoted Winston Churchill, "When I look back on all these worries, I remember the story of the old man who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which had never happened." That is a good one to remember. Clever, witty, and true. Some of the best things for sure. But it was looking that one up to transcribe it properly that lead me to this one...
"If you're going through hell, keep going."
That sums up so much that I need to hear and keep with me these days. Oh, Winston, I apologize that I have not given you your due before now. I was acquainted with your genius and achievements, but mentally dismissed you from view due to your unattractiveness. Silly, shallow thing that I occasionally am (pokes self with sharp stick. Wink.)
I never thought of it quite that way before, but it is so obvious. Like McCoy in the Star Trek episode, Spock's Brain. "It's just so simple, why a child could do it..." You can either stand around wallowing in Hell, or you can keep going. Eventually you will walk out of it. Keep going.
That's where Paul McCartney's lyrics trotted their infectious little way in here.
One of my very favorite Beatles songs is "A Day in the Life." That song just seems to vibrate at the same frequency as my mind.
I saw a film today, oh boy,
the English Army had just won the war,
A crowd of people turned away,
But I just had to look,
having read the book...
Thank you Winston, thank you Paul, thank you genius British guys...
And it all reminds me of a deeply touching poem I read by my new blog-pal "Wrinkled Man." His blog is wrinkledman.blogspot.com. The poem is entitled "When" and published 5-08-10. Check it out. He starts it, " I'm seized by the pain of reading literature." Sigh. So appropo. But I just had to look...
Let's just all keep going.