I think many may struggle, as I know I did, with coming up with something for a sentence starter such as the one this week.
I know I’ve recently stated here that I know very little about Superwoman or Superman for that matter. Could I relate enough to write anything at all?
I do know that I’ve always wished I could fly. Not fly like we humans do. I’ve done that, well I’ve flown as a passenger (have never flown a plane). I am actually afraid of flying in a plane, but my other dream is to travel more, so I work through my anxiety. After all, it is freaking wildly amazing humans have figured it out like we have.
I’m talking more like a bird when I say fly. I want to feel the wind in my face, hear the rushing in my ears, feel the pressure and resistance in my limbs as I soar up above the trees and the houses. Always a little jealous of those geese as they fly overhead.
Of course, the other thing I’d like to do would be to apparate, like in Harry Potter, as then I could get places on my own, even with the limitation of sight loss. However, that is for another future post.
As I cannot, I had to think why I would consider myself “super) and I thought back on the week that just was.
I felt like superwoman when I wrote my first lyrics…lyrics that were then promptly taken and added to a background of music and sung by a talented singer.
I had a good week. I had my first official violin lesson, wrote my first song, and had an interview I conducted (on the subject of a male’s perspective on feminism) syndicated on Good Man Project, to round out the week.
Even then, I could still end up feeling like I didn’t do enough with this most recent seven days. I hate that.
I did what I didn’t think I could, by producing a note on an instrument I adore.
I did what I never thought I could do, by sharing a feeling through the words in a song, now being set to music.
I want to share my message of feminism, equality, compassion and I found a way to get that message just a little bit farther than I would have otherwise.
I feel how slow going it is to even learn one simple song of Twinkle Twinkle, but then I realized how writing is an art which requires just as much time to learn and grow and develop skill and style as violin or any other musical instrument. I am still working on all those things with my writing and I will be for a long time, just as I still have to master an instrument I’ve loved for a long time too.
I’ve been admired for many things, things some might classify as “Superwomanish” in my life. I often don’t think of my disabilities that way, as they are just my normal, everyday life, but this whole thing is subjective anyway.
I guess I held back because I found the idea of equating myself to “Superwoman” as incorrect or wrong in some way.
I can’t speak of the family (husband, children, household) that many women manage with grace and patience every single day. My mother did it. My sisters do it. Many of the writer/bloggers I read and admire do it too.
I can’t speak of some big, important, necessary career that so many take pride in.
And so I guess I feel like Superwoman when I accomplish something, a goal or skill I’ve wanted to take on and tackle, and I did that this week.
Yet, I didn’t know what to say, but I suppose I can’t let that stop me, and so here I am, to tell you about the week that was.
Hope it’s okay that I took this image from Superwoman Lisa,
to check out her beautiful brand of wisdom.
This has been a post for the Finish the Sentence Friday prompt, brought about by