Today’s blogging prompt is to relate a song lyric to my life. I thought about songs that I know and love and chose “Memory” from the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical “Cats.” The lyrics from this musical are from T.S. Eliot’s book, “Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats.”
Memory is a powerful thing. It can be a friend or a foe. For me, it has been both. I remember both positive and negative things from my past in alarming detail. Because of that, I have a difficult time forgiving myself for my misdeeds. That is, however, a short-sighted view. As humans, we are spectacularly and beautifully imperfect. Therefore, we are more than a collection of imperfections and misdeeds committed in the past. We are potential and hope and we are works in progress.
Recently, I applied for a Real Job to be editor of a local newspaper. It seemed like a good fit for me, and I had ideas on how to make the newspaper a better reflection of the community. But I didn’t get the job. Which led me to wonder if I should give up my barely alive journalism career, that felt, at that moment, almost as moribund as a sputtering street lamp. The barely alive journalism career felt as if it stretched for several lifetimes in my memory that sometimes is more dramatic than accurate. It then came to me that my journalism career, like my life, is spectacularly and beautifully imperfect.
street lamp seems to beat
mutters and the street lamp sputters
soon it will be morning
I must wait for the sunrise
must think of a new life
I mustn’t give in
the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too
a new day will begin