I'm not sure legacy is the right word - so feel free to send me a better one. A month ago I was having an email conversation with an exchanger and mentioned that I had never *mastered* any particular style - and that I considered it a pipe dream - to be a master of anything.
She responded with a question - wondering what had killed my dream. I clarified that the dream was a pipe dream from the very beginning. There was never a time when I envisioned myself mastering anything - except getting through each day with teenagers.
My calligraphic studies did not begin until I was in my early 40s - and my oldest was hitting her teen years. Then I had at least one teenager for the next 14 years - plus the last one was still a quasi-teenager for another 5 years - not that I am complaining - being *slow* is not a crime. He did become the postal worker which makes his mamma very happy.
So - this is too long. I will finish tomorrow. If any of you are experiencing teenagers, you have my deepest sympathy.
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Real time add-on. I need to thank the teen-agers for all the wonderful things I learned from them. Mostly patience. Tolerance. Acceptance. All valuable lessons - and none of them came the easy way.
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