Whatever will be, will be. The future’s not ours to see.
While my husband was having his sixtieth (or so) surgery on Tuesday, I was sitting in the waiting room. I picked up the December 19, 2011 copy of People magazine. There was an article featuring Doris Day. What could I take from the original girl next door, screen legend, Doris Day?
At age eighty-seven, Doris Day has released a new album, My Heart.
Yes, this woman has lived a life many wish they could claim. She was a big band singer, a movie star, and followed with a move to television in the sixties.
Life isn’t all highs.
As a teen, Ms. Day studied singing. This was after a car accident which forced her to have two years of bed rest. How bad was that accident? In further research, I discovered that accident changed her career path. She had wanted to be a dancer.
Ms. Day was married four times. Three of those marriages ended in divorce. The article didn’t go into details, but I recall at least one of those husbands was abusive.
Then there was the lawyer who squandered millions of her hard-earned dollars. Her third husband committed her to the television show as well as television specials without consulting her. She didn’t discover this until after his death. Did I mention that her third husband and his partner were her lawyers, the ones that squandered her money? The article didn’t mention that either. My research unearthed that information.
Her most devastating blow was the death of her son, Terry. I know how awful such an event is. Ms. Day said she keeps him with her.
How often have we heard that life is how you deal with the adversity thrown in your path?
Ms. Day ended the interview with these words. “Enjoy each day-it’s not coming back again.”
What does this have to do with writing?
I know we struggle to tell our stories, but we need to enjoy the steps we take on our journey.
Whatever will be, will be.