Patty Mayeux Blog

My sister tells me I used to write poetry while she played piano. I remember sitting in my closet to read or write. It didn’t matter that they were silly little poems and stories. Later I wrote recaps of football games my dad watched. Didn’t every kid do that? No big deal. Easily dismissed, especially when I was chided for my new and too curvy cursive letters. Voices told me I needed to change. Conform. College was a breath of freedom; peace, love and rock and roll. Marriage and kids brought more conformity, but the love made it all worthwhile. Since our daughters graduated, I have been finding my way back to that which I was meant to do. Write. Same-aged friends fill their days with travel, social events and just hanging out. Younger ones have different passions. Our daughters are grown, mired in all the demands of motherhood and their own career paths. To say I’m a bit late to the game is a joke, but for the first time in my life, I feel a deep, driving passion for this elusive thing that I must do. I’ve done many things, most of them well, none outstanding. But this thing? This writing? Outstanding or not, it’s what I need to do. So, to my family and friends – Please support me. Encourage me with space and words (especially words). Read my stuff. It’s good and you might even like it. And accept my apology in advance for all the times I’m not available or have to cancel or change plans due to a writing opportunity that will carry me down this chosen path. I’m not abandoning you. I’m reconnecting with myself.