I thought I was in the wrong place at the right time, or maybe at the right place at the wrong time.
Turns out that there might not be a right place or a perfect time for me. Some people live on the timeline, sliding back and forth, depending on a shifting location. I live my life based on the needs of right now. It hasn’t always been this way and I know I’m not alone. I have a husband, a teenage daughter, two twenty-somethings, elderly parents and a dog with anxiety issues. I am a living and breathing example of the “Sandwich Generation”.
When I graduated with honors from university at the age of 54, I thought I was finally on my way to bigger and better things. My BA in Art History and BFA in Digital Media were in demand and the opportunities were there for me. . . except then they weren’t. My mom fell trying to leave the amphitheater and the ambulance had to be called. She was okay, but it was clear that my dad wasn’t. He was too confused to help. Strangers had to help my husband because he and my daughter couldn’t keep both of them safe at the same time. That was the way it started.
It all happened so fast, but was happening for such a long time. Thoughts of crashing into the art and museum world with my guns blazing have been replaced by working part-time for a small local history museum, sympathetic to my need for flexibility to care for my aging parents. I live in the 17th century of my little house museum, the early 20th century world of my parents, and the 21st century world of my children, and every time before and after; The history of art and the future of digital media are my own personal yin and yang.
This blog is my way of sharing my accidental time travels with those of you I meet along the way, who are on the same journey. Maybe we can help each other as we stumble along this road.