I thought it was the wrong place at the right time, or maybe 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 thirty-somethings, and an elderly mom. In May of 2014, I became a living and breathing example of the “Sandwich Generation”.
I graduated with honors from university at the age of 54 and 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 leaving the amphitheater and an ambulance called. She was okay, but clearly that my dad wasn’t. He was too confused to help. Strangers helped my husband because he and my daughter couldn’t keep both of them safe at the same time. It all happened so fast, but was happening for such a long time.
That’s the way big changes start; sometimes with a whisper, sometimes with an explosion.
Thoughts of crashing into the art and museum world with my guns blazing were replaced by working part-time for a small local history museum, sympathetic to my need for flexibility to care for my aging parents. I lived 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.
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