Is it possible to start on a new path when you’re a few days shy of 57 years old? I hope so. I’ve reinvented myself so many times since I discovered I could, that if that no longer is a realistic option, heck, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Realism has always been an elastic concept to me. I don’t really know what realistic means. Is being “realistic” something defined by what most folks deem normal? Doable? Expectable? Respectable? Is realistic governed by some kind of physical law, like Newton’s thoughts on gravity or Einstein’s theory on special relativity? The theory of special relativity explains how space and time are linked for objects moving at a consistent speed in a straight line.
For better or worse, I have never moved at a consistent speed in a straight line. Quite the opposite. My life is more like wave after wave of zigzags with ups and downs and ins and outs. Like a Jackson Pollack painting.
I could argue that there was intent with living my life consistently inconsistent. But it would be a lie. I could also say that I always go with the flow. That too would be a kind of retrofitting of my narrative.
So, am on a path or have I stepped off – but just haven’t realized it yet? A mentor once told me to beware of becoming irrelevant. In this day age, TikTok and all the other Social Media channels, none of which I am currently participating with or contributing to, dictate what and who is relevant for the moment. So, in that regard, I have certainly made myself irrelevant. Which, on the other hand, I am actually perfectly okay with. Though not particularly spiritual, at least not in a religious sense, getting rid of the Social Media frenzy has definitely elevated my creative life to a less superficial level. And that is a path on which I intend to remain for a while longer.
Shot this forest path during a long walk with Charlotte and Lennart earlier today at Hålehall near Förslöv in northern Skåne.