I’m a real life drama queen.My life thus far has been anything but boring.  Unexpected.  Surprising. Unconventional.  Avant-garde.  Alternate.  Mysterious.  Shocking.  Turbulent.  Scandalous.

I’ve experienced so many bizarre things, spectacular happenings & out of the box life experiences, well, let’s just say that I could keep you entertained for quite a while with my true life stories and you would be excused for thinking that I was making them up.

This is no mean feat for somebody with a start to life as ordinary and conservative as my own.  It’s not as if I was born the child of revolutionaries or something.  I could have been Beaver Cleaver’s sister.

My maternal great grandmother was a bit of a character however & led an unconventional life & a passionate one running away with her lover to Tasmania to live a kind of travelling show existence in caravans.  Scandalous for her day.

Perhaps there is a genetic component.

I love this wonderful photograph of her with a python draped around her neck like an exotic feather boa.

But some people seem to have such straight forward lives don’t they.  Consistent and secure and  stable.  Ordinary.  Unremarkable. Predictable. Constant.  One long term boyfriend or girlfriend becomes life long husband or wife.  One career.  One address for forty years.  A set safe formula put in place early on and set to repeat every week like clockwork for the rest of their lives.

That’s what life is like for some folks.

And then there are people like the mistress of the blog.

It seems to me that I’ve been given the perfect writer’s life.  A field of rich life experiences and lessons from an early age upon which to draw.  A cast of real life characters to excite Dickens.  Real life plots & twists & situations reminiscent of a great psychological thriller.  But most valuable of all for the writer, a heart shattered into a thousand pieces long ago.

That sounded a tad Miss Haversham & I digress.  I was going to talk to you about reinventing oneself.

Change, especially drastic change is very uncomfortable for many people, but change can be invigorating & a blessing.

Several times in my life I have completely reinvented myself.  I’m not talking new hairstyle here & a makeover.  I don’t just mean reinventing myself a little bit either.  I mean completely reinventing myself.  The whole hog.  Everything & all at once.  New job. (New career on several occasions). New home.  New partner.  New stuff.  New start.  New name.  Bang.  Overnight.  Whole new life.

In each instance, the universe has booted me onto the next path in spectacular fashion & after the crescendo or should I say explosion, the pieces have fallen in a brand new pattern heralding a fresh start with all things new & nothing of the past left to take along for the ride except memories unable to be erased.

The image which comes to mind would be that of tarot’s The Tower card,  the tower struck by lightning, where life forces tumultuous upheaval & often with considerable loss and discomfort to clear out what no longer serves in order to bring in necessary change.

This life has been a spectacular ride thus far & it doesn’t look like changing any time soon.  I’m always looking forward to the next fascinating chapter.