As I go through this process, i realize how much I want to force which way the story goes as opposed to just following where the words lead me. For instance, I spent the day with my son at the zoo.
While there I kept thinking of ideas that could make for interesting entry. I considered making the Simon & Garfunkel song which says “its all happening at the zoo.” But it felt like I was trying to force the experience into a song. Perhaps I should simply focus on how much I struggle with what to write about, without often knowing I’m struggling.
Does this really have to be so difficult. And what is so wrong if I force a topic and then write from there? I guess the truth is I want to find a more authentic voice. Maybe that
is what this 90 day journey is about-finding a writing/blogging voice that feels in synch with me. To use a sports metaphor, I want to find and know my voice when its in a “zone.”
I however feel like it requires digging, digging, and digging some more. And since I’ve opted not to edit these 90 posts, it also means waiting, waiting, and waiting some more for maybe a small insight, or topic that clicks with me.
Ok, I want to go back to the zoo. However rather than simply stating the observations I made, I’d like to add something else. But I don’t know what that is.
I do love going to the zoo with my youngest son because we have some nice memories of going to the zoo together. He always wants to start with this amazing multi-layered netted climbing structure. I remember how thrilling it was for both of us as he climbed higher and higher and waved to me from the top. Also I remember how thrilled he was to introduce his older brother to it.
We got to the zoo one hour before it opened, so we had to be creative with our time. We wondered if the lady cleaning rhino poop or the lady cleaning up the space used by the polar bears feared getting attacked. Neither of us wanted the job. Within a short period of time, we knew every door we touched was going to say the hours begin at ten. And then we heard this squealing siren like sound. It was a gibbons monkey.
We found a bench,watched and listened to his howl. People came from all over the zoo to see this monkey squawk. It was as if he knew people came for a show. I was amazed by the cross culture of life that exists at the zoo. There were people of every color, age, and demographic present. But the one that stood out for me were the “strollermoms.”
I don’t know if they are really called “strollermoms,” but we both found their public display of exercise funny. There were about 20 well educated women equipped with high end sports strollers with baby inside. They formed a circle and did stretches and movements using the stroller for support.They reminded of soldiers doing drills. They appeared totally oblivious to anyone around them.
We saw them jogging throughout the zoo. As we were leaving, I noticed a couple of the slower moms zig-zag past the faster moms on the race track. All I could think of was “ladies and gentlemen, they’re at the gate…. And there offfffffffffffffffffff.