A few things I've been loving lately...
I am Janelle. I am six. I am a city child.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
If you ever were to ask me who my fictional kindred spirits are, it's a pretty easy list. Anne Shirley, Kathleen Kelly, Valentine Wiggin, Amy March, Marianne Dashwood, Franny Glass, and Harold of purple crayon fame. But it has occurred to me recently that bits and scraps of me have been pure Eloise, all along.
I was the girl climbing trees in a bright pink tutu. I'll dance you a pirouette, and then trip over the rug. As my friend M says... I'm kind of a train wreck. And that's worked for me. I blow bubbles in chocolate milk. I will go out of my way to step on crunchy-looking leaves on the sidewalk.
But I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I'm just not so sure that's going to work, anymore. A possible side effect of being spastic and dancy constantly is that it's really a very simple thing to just dance your way right out of anything unpleasant or mildly taxing or even vaguely strenuous. There is always gonna be an adventure to be had, always a story to get lost in, always something mysterious to day dream over. And a lot of things just get missed. Not big things... but the mundane things which build to define what life is on a daily basis. Really it's just pretty lazy. And I just don't know how much longer I can get away with it. I'm not sure I want to find out. And, with that said, I think it's time to at least attempt genuine overtures toward adulthood. I'm just not sure where to start.
Any ideas?
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