Wake Up Ginger
“I’m pretty tired… I think I’ll go home now.” – Forrest Gump
Sweet Meryl I cannot apologize enough! I know it has been ten thousand years since I last wrote. After being away from the prairies for so long, I fear Vancouver has finally turned me into a flake.
There is so much to catch up on that I don’t even know where to begin. For now, I can tell you that after traveling to Paris and London last Spring, I spent the rest of the summer asleep.
(Side Note: Now I realize that if any of my fabulous sleep-deprived friends with screaming toddlers are reading this right now, that last line probably makes you want to kick me in the shin, like real hard, but I beg you to please pour yourself a Bailey’s with a splash of coffee and stay with me. But also on a further side note, who I am kidding, what new parent has time to read?)
While it is true that June and July are the perfect months for a ginger to hibernate, I must admit this summer slumber was beyond my control.
Do you remember that scene in Forrest Gump when Forrest finally decides to stop running? Well, a similar feeling stumbled its way upon me. After a tumultuous few years running back and forth between two jobs and my hometown Winnipeg, I was finally able to stop. And as soon as I did, I turned right back around, crawled into bed at the Fox Den, and just woke up five minutes ago.
I have been searching for the words to articulate this period in my life that do not include “drinking problem” or “lost.” If I could have been a fiction writer, believe you me, I would have. But that is not what Meryl had in store for me. The fact is, writing non-fiction is great when you cannot wait to turn the page on your next adventure; but as soon as the going gets tough, well, I just kind of want to put the book down and slip a reusable straw into a bottle of red wine.
As some of you know, after intensive chemotherapy, radiation and surgery, my Dad, Papa Fox, miraculously survived Stage 4 Cancer this past year. While I do not wish to go into more detail about that story right now – for that is not the intention of this particular post – it is important for you to know. At the moment, like my favourite Podcast, I am “Still Processing.”
There are stories I can share, however, and I simply must get on it! I just need to stop writing about writing and start writing. Months ago, a good friend of mine shared a video to my Facebook wall of a pooch that pawed its owner’s hand away whenever he reached for a glass of wine. The short clip made me chuckle at first but then I started thinking seriously about tracking down set pooch. Talk about a service animal.
I say it here and now, I cannot look back on my early thirties and think that, while the rest of my friends were busy creating and sustaining life, all I did was drink wine and watch Netflix. I will not stand for it. Someone get me a new sweater that says, “Rosé not okay!”
On that note, I should probably have a glass of rosé.