I attended
another book club meeting the other night and it was what will probably be one
of my favorites for awhile. This
particular book club has members who are housed in an assisted living facility
so the bulk of the readers are up there in age.
I honestly wasn’t sure what to expect when I attended but I was looking
forward to it either way.
The facility
was very nice; someplace I’d like to live if I were at an age where assisted living
was a necessity. Terrie, the Life
Enrichment Coordinator, set up the evening with me and while we had good
conversations on-line before the meeting, it was a pleasure to finally meet her
in person. She is someone I would define
as a “kick” to be around. Very funny,
very personable and I can easily see why she’s so good at her job and why all
the residents just love her.
The meeting
was taking place hours past when the residents have their usual book club meetings
so Terrie alerted me to the fact that she wasn’t sure how many residents might
actually attend. I should have realized
many of the residents had early bedtimes and had I thought about it beforehand,
I might have tried to schedule the meeting at an earlier time to accommodate
them.
I guess many
of the residents decided meeting me was worth getting to bed late and I was
pleasantly surprised by the attendance. Overall,
I believe there were close to 20 of us once a few who were running late also
joined the group. The group was mostly
women but there were also two men who attended.
While one of the men had not yet read the book (but I believe he will be
reading it now that he’s met me), the other had and was very sweet when he held
up his hand to say he’d read No Mother of
Mine and was looking forward to the next book in the series.
The residents
were undeniably delightful and they were all very attentive and appeared to
really appreciate my work. As I think
back on some of their comments and questions, I smile as I reflect on the
evening but I’m also saddened by the fact that my own grandmother passed away
before she could see what I have accomplished.
She would have gladly sat in a chair in the front row alongside the
residents of the assisted living facility where she had been residing had I
been able to speak about my book at the facility where she lived. I know she would have been very proud of
me.
Before I
left the facility for the evening, I met a resident who is the aunt of a
Seattle-based author who recently made it in this business with the publication
of a zombie book which was recently made into a movie. This young author is certainly one of those
Cinderella stories we hear about. He’d
only self-published three books before someone picked up the fourth book, published
it and just a few years later it’s on the big screen. Where the author goes from here is up to him
but it’s heartwarming to see someone so young take on the dream to do what he
has a passion for and be rewarded with such wonderful results.
It just goes
to show, there is no perfect age for doing what you were meant to do. Some get their chance in their 20’s while
others put off discovering their passion until their 40’s or maybe even their
60’s. Once you do realize you have a
passion for something, don’t let life rule your passion because life is precarious
and results not typical. What one might
be rewarded with after only a short time, someone else may have to work longer
for but in the end it is through hard work, perseverance and true dedication
that you will be rewarded if what you’re putting yourself into is what truly brings
you joy rather than what you hope or expect to gain as a result.
And for
those who decide to embark upon a journey doing what they’re passionate about,
there are certainly those in your life who will stand by you and enjoy supporting
you as you endeavor to reach your goals.
I have earlier stated that I began writing when it was the right time
for me but there are times when I wish I had begun just a few years earlier, if
for no other reason than to allow some of the most important people in my life
who are no longer with us a chance to see me achieve so much with something
that brings me so much joy.
While taking
part in a book club meeting at an assisted living facility made me miss my
grandparents who have already passed, it also brought me joy and fulfilled my
day in a way I hadn’t thought possible.
The residents may have enjoyed spending time with me but what they
cannot realize is that I benefited from the time I spent with them just as
much, or possibly more. It was a special
evening with special people and will remain an everlasting and special memory.