Friday, November 28, 2008

Revision

This part of my life feels like what Anne Lamott would call, the up draft. I'm looking back at the life I've written, sentence by sentence, word by word. Wanting to fix it up.

I can easily spot the really poetic, beautiful passages - definite keepers. But then, inevitably, pages and pages of mistakes. Really painful, awful, obvious, ugly mistakes.

And then I realize, it's impossible. I can't revise my life like I would a written narrative. All I can do is read it for what it was, learn from it and move on to the next piece.

Try to write the best next chapter that I can.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous1:58 PM

    this is a beautiful entry, tabby! thanks for sharing.

    and i think it's through our so called-mistakes, that we actually live! that's what i'm learning...not to sweat the small stuff! i miss you!!!!

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