Our Maine Street's Aroostook Issue 15 : Winter 2013 | Page 79

Healthy You: What do you really want? by Kim Jones, Cary Medical Center I want more in my life. of screenwriting. Since then, I’ve spent hundreds of hours studying this genre, applying my newfound knowledge to I say this with a full understanding of and my sleep-induced story. I’ve even started a couple of other appreciation for all the blessings I have. But even with much feature-length scripts…which leads me back to my point. to be thankful for - an amazing family, many true friends, I have thoroughly enjoyed rewriting my original a job, a home, an education, health, freedom – I’m still not script at least twenty times and I’m pleased with the results, completely fulfilled. You see, there is this intriguing whisper albeit an amateur’s attempt. But despite this, or perhaps I occasionally hear. I’m not sure if it’s my inner voice, an because of it, I have this innate feeling that this experience angel on my shoulder, or messages from some unknown isn’t over. Where did the flash of inspiration that jumpstarted power, but it coaxes me. Driving me to be more, see more, my foray into screenwriting come from? Why did I feel try more, and have so strongly about that more. It reminds me particular dream? I that I have potential acted on the impulse, beyond what I could but what was the even imagine – as all point? This and other humans do. similarly profound It isn’t about events continue to feed greed. Nor is it about my desires. I want to being dissatisfied meet Simon Pegg, with the life I have. finish the two partial (I’m honored to be scripts languishing on living this life!) I can my laptop, and learn only describe it as an to play the guitar. I enduring feeling that I want to live near the am meant to be more ocean, study marine than I’ve allowed biology, and attend myself to be. The a Patriots game at challenge, however, Gillette. I want to has been figuring out spend more time with what to do about it. family and friends, open my own business, and grow old Here’s a personal example. Early one Saturday morning, I bolted upright in bed with my soul mate. I want to explore Great Britain and tingling from a dream that was so vivid and so entertaining drive to California in a convertible. I felt immediately compelled to write about it. The dream I want more in my life. had played out like a cinematic dramady (comedy/drama) starring my favorite real-life actor, Simon Pegg. There For me, this search for fulfillment isn’t depressing was also an old woman in a mammoth vintage car, hot air balloons, and a marching band. Pretty obscure, yes? or discouraging. And it’s certainly not a chore or a burden. Anyway, for whatever reason, I started jotting this down on Actually, I find it quite the opposite. Life is a magnificent scrap paper I found crammed into the nightstand drawer. trip and these wants are the fuel that power my journey But then one sentence lead to another, then to a paragraph, toward being a better version of me. I take pleasure in then to several paragraphs. Luckily it was the weekend simple things and I am content with many parts of my life, because over the course of the next few days I wrote almost but I simply cannot fathom a meaningful existence without this drive for something more. non-stop. Before I knew it, I had a 128 pages. With that said, I realize that seeking fulfillment isn’t It’s worth mentioning that this wasn’t something I had ever done before. I’m not a struggling screenwriter or easy. Getting what you really want, even those things you aspiring author with boxes of manuscripts gathering dust in seem destined to attain, rarely happens by accident. Success the attic. This was a completely unexpected experience that requires a conce