Gear Shift

There is an urgency in your life as you enter the fifties. More than half your life has gone by in a whirl of autumnal leaves and what have you to show for it?

Lots actually! Bits and pieces of life insertions; you have moulded the life of many; loved, hated and cared for many more; changed, shown the path to some more. It has been a satisfying life so far, but there is still something nagging at your inner core.

There have been a lot of “Thank you” on the patio of my life, both given and taken. There have been a number of regrets (that have actually changed my thought process!) from an aggressive Feminist I have turned into a mellow supporter of the right against the wrong (definition of Right and Wrong are fiercely my own)

My journey through the playful teenage years; to the responsible twenties; to the hardworking thirties; and the dreaming forties have sculptured me into a living-breathing questionnaire of the “Real World”.

So here I am venturing into my dream of writing and creating parallel worlds. I had always dabbled in writing bits and pieces via my blogs, poetry and the letters that I send my children on their birthdays. But now I am ready to confront my daemons, vanquish my fears and take baby steps into this world where I am the creator.

My first step towards independence, where this has nothing to do with my being a daughter, wife or mother, has taken place. My first full length novel is ready and will soon be published. The excitement within me is there, as well as the trepidation of whether I shall be accepted by my family, friends and the world at large as a “Writer”.

So all this while, my life was on cruise control, it’s time to move on to the fifth gear, manually. I wait now on the brink of a new world where I am no God but the little entity waiting with my engines revved up.