That ’70’s theme
June 11, 2012 8 Comments
My business partner Morgan celebrated a milestone birthday and her friends decided her party needed a ’70’s theme. For me, it wasn’t that big a stretch to arrive in a 1970’s costume; jeans, a loose and colorful shirt, like the peasant blouses I wore in college and still do, and dangling earrings.
Morgan went all out with the biggest Afro I’ve seen in decades and a boldly patterned double-knit dress. Delilah Marvelle, as one of the party planners, is all about the 1870’s and she and her husband were a dashing couple!
There were a lot of delights at the party and great food. But there was also some poignant discontents. This is what I have labeled my personal feeling of a story or truth that’s just out of reach. Fortunately one was solved when I saw this post by my friend Su Lute that explores the concept:
If I was a twenty-something in today’s world, what would I look like? What story would I be telling?
This generated a thought provoking comment by Maggie Jaimeson:
In some ways, I think who we are in High School (or want to be) is our true self. It is the time that you separate from parents and make a determination of what your independent identity is or will be. That identity is formed from passion and belief (at least in my case) that you can do anything if you only care enough and invest enough time and energy in it. That identity is formed before we fully become adults and begin that long process of giving up parts of ourselves in order to fit in, get a job, maintain a marriage, or just get along more effectively in a social or political environment.
The synchronicity for me is that I recently wrote a scene in my current work-in-process where the characters discuss this high school identity as being the foundation of who they aspire to be, and assess how true to that identity they have remained ten years later.
My high school and college years were during the 1970’s and a lot of my energy was focused on singing, dancing, and musical theater productions. Whenever I crank the music up and dance I feel recharged, even if it’s alone at home or sitting in the audience instead of on stage.
While I’m not nostalgic for those days, I do love remembering them. This means it’s time to take the Celtic Harpestry collection out of my CD player and crank up the BeeGee’s. We should be dancin’ – man…