SusieFierce and
Midwifespal and
Linda and anyone else who may be wandering around this dead thread.
I always find it fascinating that the community I have discovered here through Adam is so full of intelligent and creative and inspiring thinkers.
As a woman, my life has been non-traditionally traditional. I met and fell in love with my creative and artistic and very wild and free thinking husband at the beginning of my second year of college. It was his second year as well. We graduated, and he moved on to graduate school. I picked up and followed him to Boston.
Offhandedly, I applied for a teaching assistantship for graduate school, and when I
received it, I took it mainly because I liked the idea of the job of teaching and being a student better than any of the other jobs for which I had applied. Ironically, I applied for a teaching job at a local high school, made it to the top two for consideration, and then was actually told the other candidate had been selected because he was a man and had a
family to raise, and so they felt they would have more longevity from him!
After we both received Masters Degrees, which in my day was still atypical for a woman, we moved to L.A. My husband went to work for a famous architect, who had recruited him
from grad school, and I began teaching and having children. I had three children when my husband made the transition from architecture to film, and as he was on location
frequently, the challenge of raising our children was often primarily mine. Eventually, I left
my job to create enough structure for my children and to save my energy for the job of trying to raise three very creative, artistic independent souls and bring them reasonably into adulthood.
During my youngest child's high school years, things were going well enough that I
returned to my career, and perhaps appreciated and loved it all the more for my time away from it. When this last child left the nest, unlike many woman, after the initial sadness, I felt pretty great. I liked my kids, hadn't screwed them up too badly, and now was more free tp play with the hoursin my day the way I wanted to, without having to worry about what was best for anyone but myself. My girlhood self returned to me in force, lol.
I began once again to be dreamy, to listen to music, to rediscover and be reassured that the same things my husband and I shared when there were just the two of us were still there, and were even better after all of our ups and downs together, especially when combined with the maturity to appreciate that any gift the other was willing to offer was a gift and not a right.
I loved raising my children, but I also love letting the responsibility of being their mother go to the back burner for this new stage.
Enter Adam Lambert shortly after this time. Everything about him resonated with me at
that stage of my life and still does. His amazing voice resonates physically with me, and his example of being true to one's real self, and the empowerment behind that whole idea, mirrors my whole personal re-awakening- - from having the luxury to think of myself more often than others, to having time to be a woman with my husband more often than a mother to my children, to rediscovering the art of living with myself as the prime person to take care of...all of these thing resonate with the third skin I am uncovering in this new and interesting part of my life.
I am involved now in two communities of (largely) women. At school, (all girls,) I interact with teenage girls from 13 to 18 on a daily basis and with women who are peers from 25-70. I love discovering the commonalities that women share, at every age. I love learning
from and teaching to each age and phase. It is the infinity thing Adam mentions. I find I more than get back what I give away.
Here, I love all the various voices I hear under and behind Adam discussions, younger,
older, single, married, somewhere in between, straight, gay, triumphant, and challenged voices, and sometimes, kind of like on the show, "The Voice," when you don't see people immediately, you can listen and get to hear the real notes you might not notice as easily elsewhere. And I like that.
So, I've written an off topic book,
, but that's okay, because the thread is dead, the
people have moved on, and there is still a page here where I can write whatever I want to, because this is an Adam F. Lambert board that, in addition to celebrating his music,
celebrates his attitude.
He wants to see me strut.