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Talking to strangers
Coming up for air
48
I had wanted to compare. And look backwards to see where I had been a year ago. I was convinced that I was “better” then.
However, life is not linear, so why should I be?
You see, it was my birthday on Friday and now I am 48. Which seems like a fine age, actually.
I can almost hear the paper scrape of turning the page in my mind as I have imagined it so many times. And yet the truth is that I am not yet all the way there. Still no definite job, still living out of a suitcase, jumping from house to house. Emotionally moved on yes, thankfully, despite the occasional angry fires, although not getting to where I want to go in any aspect of practical life, no matter how hard I have insisted.
But that does not make me a failure. And in these past days, the word that has risen like a wave again and again is resilient. I am resilient.
I have not given up on my dreams even when it has been suggested – always with true kindness – that perhaps I am hurting myself to stay. And if I do have to cede that it is just not going to happen for me in France (money is running out), then I will take my hoping elsewhere.
There are certain people who are embarrassed for me that I have not found my way here yet, who have shuffled away without looking me in the eye. But I am not. I have seen how hard it is to make one’s life alone as a foreigner in France, and most certainly as a woman without means.
My heart is still true. I am sticking to what I know in terms of beauty and creativity and love because it is what I believe in.
It has been an incredible year with strong experiences. I dared to take the plane to come back to see, then vowed to try and stay when I knew that my couple was indeed over. I know what it is like to be with a man who is not my ex and to feel deeply appreciated. I fell in love with a mysterious city. I nursed Ben through the end of his life and let him go with peace.
Still here. Resilient. “At 48? You are still a baby.” I heard that the other day. And I agree. Not only because age is relevant (albeit often inconclusive) but because there is much in me that is in awe, that marvels at this life, just like a child. Just maybe – or not – with wiser eyes to see.
PPS. Curiosity did not kill the cat. 🙂 Only after hitting “publish” did I go back to see where I was last year, after all. If you wondered the same, you can find out by clicking here.
Intuition in the Palazzo Fortuny – Venice
aha upon reading that “Intuition” was co-curated by Axel Vervoordt and
the museum director Daniela Ferretti. I think that I would be quite happy there actually, and yes, finally the guards were obliged to shoo me out. I left with regret. But my intuition tells me, strongly, that I will return.
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30124 Venice
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30124 Venice
http://fortuny.visitmuve.it/en/pianifica-la-tua-visita/how-to-get-there/