Wednesday, 8 August 2012
"Leap and Annette will appear!"
I've mentioned in this space, more than a few times, that I love Monk. Yes, the television series that came to an end...was it last year? I watch the DVDs all the time so, for me, it's still on. Gonna have to Google it. (Has anyone ever said, I'm gonna "Bing it"? Anyone?) The year when it last aired is all a blur - pretty much like the final scenes on the tele as I watched through tears. Yep. I cried when Monk ended. Bawled. Ok. Cried and sobbed. I was heart-broken that there would be no more new experiences to go through with him, his quirks, his persnicketiness and his sheer brilliance. The creator (Andy Breckman) and writers were gooood. Tony Shalhoub was impeccably stellar as he headed a great cast. I was a tad miffed when Bitty Schram was replaced...wait. Where am I going with this? This is not even about Monk! I really want to get to one line - ONE - from one of the episodes. One. But, it's kinda like that when I start talking about Monk. Ahhhhhh.
Anywaaaaay, in one of the episodes, "Mr. Monk, Private Eye", Monk's assistant, Natalie, forces him and opens up a Private Investigation office. Monk is not amused. He doesn't think they will do well. Natalie encourages him, telling him that her "Grandpa Neville used to say, "Leap, and a net will appear!"" Monk asks, "Who's Annette?" Later on, she has reason to ask him whether he can swim. He tells her, "I took a correspondence course. They sent me a certificate." Well, toward the end of the episode, as he tries to escape "the guy" by jumping overboard from a speeding boat, he consults the wallet-sized card with swimming tips, and repeats the mantra, before chucking off into the blue.
Leap and a net will appear.
I realize that there is a little similarity in tone between this post and the ending of my previous post. But, I really wanted to expound on this idea here. The month of August - in by-gone years so unrecognized, so under-the-radar - has become a special one for me. It marks the anniversary of the start of this blog. I was inspired by my mom - I needed quite a bit of encouragement that year. To a large extent, I was also inspired by Usain Bolt and his sizzling 9.69s run to win the Men's 100M in the Olympics in Beijing in 2008. It was a shot-in-the-arm to poop or get off the pot. For a while, I was scared to death about writing for public viewing/criticism. But, the fear of NOT writing; the horror and suffocation I felt in not having an outlet to publish, beat the crap out of the fear of criticism or ridicule. It was write or suffocate. So, even though I had not yet - and, up to this point, still have not - published a book (one of my dreams), I took the leap and began publishing in cyberspace. I set up a personal schedule of posting three times per month: the 8th, the 18th and the 28th. I keep to it, even if it means hitting "publish" at 11:58PM, because, well, I simply must. "Serious writers write, inspired or not. Over time they discover that routine is a better friend to them than inspiration." (Keyes)
The net appeared.
Whaddya know? I didn't die. I didn't sink. I didn't fail. Instead, I was caught up in the bouyancy of sheer pleasure and delight; the kind brought on by making a creative adventure of that which you know is yours to do.
I'm big on being inspired (even if, for the writing, routine is regarded as a better friend). For, inspiration is not just applicable to writing or other creative work. It's applicable to life; how we live. And, I firmly believe that sometimes, you just need to be inspired to get up and do what is yours to do! I'm occasionally reminded of a few lines from "8 Mile" starring Eminem (you heard me): "So here I go it's my shot/ Feet fail me not/ This may be the only opportunity that I got." Then, "You better lose yourself in the music, the moment/ You own it, you better never let it go/ You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow/ This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo." (No, I didn't "Bing it".)
The athletes are at it again in the XXX Olympiad in London. This time around, Usain Bolt delivered a "scorching" 9.63s in the Men's 100M (as one paper reported it), setting a new OR. Olympic Games newcomer, Yohan Blake, did Jamaica proud in 9.75s. Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce won the Women's100M in 10.75s. Asafa Powell - the man who started this round of Jamaica's track domination - and Veronica Campbell-Brown made their presence felt, too. Indeed, most times, you only get one shot!
Now, guess we just need to figure out the other part of the duo. We've heard of "Annette". But, as my sis asked the other day when I used the same encouragement on her, "Who is "Leap", again?" LOL!