I have never read Harry Potter, nor would I consider myself a fan of the films.
While familiar with the author's story, I only knew the basics--your typical rags-to-riches story, blah blah blah. Call me uneducated if you will. I've just never been interested in the books or her "story." In a rather unexpected adventure today, I was thrust into the intimate details of her journey as a woman, a mom, a wife, an ex wife, and an author.
In the midst of a dark day, I believe I stumbled across this story for a reason. I wasn't looking for it. I've gone through various groth spurts this year of different varieties, and while there have been short durations of rest between each, I feel I'm on the brink of yet another one. We (and I say a very collective 'we' on behalf of my loved ones who have helped me maintain my pulse this year) have dealt with many adventures, including but not limited to the following: the new world of knowledge and research that grad school opened up for me, the divorce, the denial of being 'dumped' or 'let go' or whatever word you want to use,' the acceptance of being alone, finishing out the semester while not eating/sleeping, caring/not caring about what people think, Thailand and the new world that I found I had gained citizenship in, moving home, making the decision to transfer, most recently moving here, and all the while, finding new jobs in order to support myself financially. I say again, we are on the brink of another one. I hope and pray for the time to come when I am strong enough to help and encourage others on their new adventures, rather than be in a constant state of requiring love and support for my own. But I have much of that and for whatever reason, this year has humbled me in a way I've never bene humbled before. I've been forced to beg for help from God and my loved ones iin order to survive in a number of ways--all very eye opening experiences.
When I came across Rowling's story today, I found myself thinking I literally had no idea who she was, nor was I familiar with her story. Yet I asked questions of myself this afternoon that I found she asked of herself, verbatim. Seriously. VERBATIM. Quite simply, I find that interesting. Frankly, we are on the verge of discovering what I'm actually here to do. Perhaps I'll be on this road for many years, as paths don't often reveal themselves quickly in life. Or perhaps I'm close to finding out. Either way, as I reflect on the day, I thought I would share a little tidbit with you...a quote that was very profound.
"Failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy to finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one area where I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realized, and I was still alive....And so rockbottom became a solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life." -J.K. Rowling
Perhaps the time has come to do what I love.
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