He had lived on his own terms

Eve­ry mor­ning, no mat­ter how late he had been up, my father rose at 5:30, went to his stu­dy, wro­te for a cou­ple of hours, made us all break­fast, read the paper with my mother, and then went back to work for the rest of the mor­ning. Many years pas­sed befo­re I rea­li­zed that he did this by choi­ce, for a living, and that he was not unem­ploy­ed or men­tal­ly ill. I wan­ted him to have a regu­lar job whe­re he put on a neck­tie and went off some­whe­re with the other fathers and sat in a litt­le offi­ce and smo­ked. But the idea of spen­ding enti­re days in some­o­ne else’s offi­ce doing some­o­ne else’s work did not suit my father’s soul. I think it would have kil­led him. He did end up dying rather ear­ly, in his mid-fif­ties, but at least he had lived on his own terms.

[p.xii, Bird by bird — Some instruc­ti­ons on wri­ting and living, Anne Lamott]


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2 reacties op “He had lived on his own terms”

    1. Via via kreeg ik de titel van het boek­je door, dus toen maar met­een aan­ge­schaft en afge­lo­pen week­end begon­nen met lezen. Ik had nog nooit van haar gehoord. Tot dus­ver­re bevalt het goed. Ik heb wel gezien dat ze op twit­ter (een beet­je) actief is. Wat FB betreft…

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