(Ex-Joy Project) The Mother of Reinvention
…And you the mother.
Your kind, insightful and encouraging words in response to last week’s post (The Joy Project At A Year, Or: Don’t Know Much About Blisstory) are helping me rededicate myself to this blog as well as to transition to its next phase.
And here’s where I can frankly use your help once again. The Joy Project title clearly needs to be retired, and I need a new one to take its place.
Here are some of my own. Feel free to register any strong reactions one way or the other; I’m not wedded to any of them…
All of Me
Pulled Down Backwards
The Fertile Void
From Here On Out
And then there are the others noted below.
If you haven’t seen some of the comments from last week, you ought to. One of the beauties of this project is the strength and depth of the responses it attracts.
Diana, a friend I haven’t met yet, writes, “Feel like you just arrived at the starting line and have discovered there’s no race there! Congratulations. Keep writing. You could get a bit more terse and call it the ‘Oy project.’ Step over the line. A whole new set of challenges, joys, sorrows, awaits in the next phase.”
Rob, a wise man disguised an a health care practitioner, points me to…
“…the necessity to recommit again and again and again to what is truly authentic to you now…”
Dan, who’s a creative genius, says, “…to be honest I just love your voice”. Wow. (I responded to him, asking if this means I can sing on his next album, but he hasn’t replied.)
Dr. Laurie, an old friend and gifted writer herself, suggests I call it “The Honesty Blog.” (Hey, you think reaching for true joy all the time was hard…).
Ellen, a published writer many times over, suggests I stop pursuing joy and simply be the seeker she says I am. Hmm, I never really thought of myself that way, but I guess she’s right.
David, a poet and lifelong teacher of NYC youth, suggests that the worthy pursuit is not of joy but of truth. Many of you agree.
Ed, a man of letters and one who is apparently both perceptive and insightful, says, “You’re a terrific writer…”
Dan, (yes another Dan) who’s my nephew and is 21 going on — well, you tell me, writes,
“I would change the ladder graphic to another one, like a wheel. If growth is what you seek, the ladder is a stressful analogy. The ladder implies that the way to go is one direction. It is a moving away from earth, and the steps are set. And you can fall off.” He’s right. The graphic represents the inate problem of Chapter One of this blog, and I’m now ready for Chapter Two.
And then there’s Eliezer, also a published writer, who I’ve known half my life and who loves poking and prodding me. He says, “…I told you when you started a year ago that the title was going to trap you. At the time I suggested you call it the What Is Project instead, which is similar to The Honesty Project someone suggested above. But the title doesn’t matter, it’s really the Charley Project…”
That’s it! That’s how I can drop my ego — I’ll call it the Charley Project!
And finally my friends Robin and Ian, two men who are truly dedicated to their own growth, wrote me such encouraging words as well.
So there you have it. Sometimes I really wish you could all meet each other. But I guess you all do…here.
Please help me reinvent this blog by letting me know what you think about any of the above title suggestions.
By the way, two days after I posted the piece, Shelley and I went for Chinese food and we read all your responses over dinner. This was a post, remember, where I laid out my feelings about “…not being up to the task [of writing about joy or being joyful]…” After the meal, I got a fortune cookie. It read,
“Perceived failure is oftentimes success trying to be born in a bigger way.”