“I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.”
“You’re not a moron. You’re only a case of arrested development.”
I was going to title this post The Sun Also Rises, but not having been a close student of Hemingway, I didn’t want to take liberties.
Hemingway is perhaps–in an embarrassing and deep and psychological way–one of my soul spirit writers. Another is Anne Lamott. I was listening to a podcast the other day and the person being interviewed talked about writing a list of those we admire that we are jealous of. Who is living the life or lived the life we wish we could? Or who is doing the work we dream of doing? When you write it down, she asserted, you see a curated list of what makes you YOU, what is your particular thing.
In many ways, Ernest Hemingway lived a life of adventure and wrote words that inspire me so much. I could leave the alcoholism and suicide but probably-gasp-take the rest. He lived a life fully baked. He did a lot. He was wildly passionate. He won the Nobel Prize. He loved deeply and felt deeply and wrote it in the most simple way. Oh my. That’s like my Kryptonite.
Who am I jealous of? Who are these people I admire and wish had jobs or lives like? This list makes NO SENSE from the outside, but this is a short list of people I’ve been jealous of to the point of stalking, or have absorbed so much of their work/lives/talent that I try to assimilate it into my own “-ness.” (Thank you, Owen Wilson. I actually saw him walk past my breakfast table when we were having graduation day breakfast for Piper. He smiled and winked at me. #goalunlocked)
- Ernest Hemingway
- Anne Lamott
- Elizabeth Gilbert
- Cheryl Strayed
- Glennon Doyle
- Maya Angelou
- Owen Wilson
- The Velvet Janes
- Robin Williams (RIP)
- Jennifer Garner
- Barbara Kingsolver
- Cathy Heller
- Molly Mahar
- Will Smith
- Frank McCourt
- Barbara Park (author of the Junie B. Jones series)
- Jackie Chan
So I like the stories of people that have had some real bad shit happen to them in their lives. I like comeback kids. I admire people that have multiple talents, and I admire guts and I admire those that are honest and face their demons. Most of all, I like people that have fallen down. Hard. They’ve gotten scraped knees and bloody noses, they are bruised and battled and still rise.
Because the sun will still rise, whether we are ready for it, or not.