Jo Spanglemonkey suggests a memoir blogging exercise: write about a pivotal moment in your life. If you were writing a memoir, this would be the moment everything leads up to. The One Thing that happens.
My mind goes blank for a few seconds - how can I possibly come up with One Thing that is important in my life? And then one memory emerges, unbidden, old and crusty yet still as vivid as all those years ago, and I am appalled. Why this one? Is that really what my life is about? Am I defined by heartbreak? I do not like this at all. I resemble this remark ...
i think about this a fair bit and can argue on either side of the case, depending on my mood. since you're on the "surely this doesn't define me, really!" side i will agree with you (agreeing is more fun!) and say OF COURSE it does not. heartbreak should not define us any more than a country is defined by its borders. or its wars. it's true that the conflict makes a good story arc, but to most of us it's the culture, the food, the character of the people that define the country. right? right?
Posted by: anne | Mar 27, 2006 at 05:12 AM