Brain Swimming is a sport taken on by individuals who are burdened by worry and major decisions that must be made when one is in financial trouble. All of a sudden you have no money and a great deal of time on your hands. If you were working like you wanted and were able to, then you wouldn’t have any extra time for worrying, right?
I have worked since I was 14, nearly forty-eight years! You know how it is, get up, shower and put your face on, get kids up and dressed, feed them, check book bags, pack lunches and get them to the bus stop, drive to work and do the grind responsibly for eight hours (now its more like ten), pick up kids from daycare, make sure they get to ballet or soccer or whatever; then go home to fix dinner, go over homework, get them clean and in bed, after which you do laundry, grade papers, make lesson plans and on and on until 11 p.m. or 12 p.m., finally sinking in bed for a wonderful six hours of sleep, knowing that it all will begin again shortly. There doesn’t seem much time for intimacy or just reading a good book. That is why we take vacations to get away from the grind.
Unfortunately in 2009 my husband lost his job at the age of 59. Fifty-nine is not a good age to lose your job. In 2010 I had a bout of hypoglycemia and was left in the care of third graders because no adult could come relieve me. The American for Disabilities Act requires that diabetics be allowed fifteen minutes to take care of hypoglycemia or hyperglycemia. This was a recent addition to the disabilities act and I was unaware of it.
So in 2010 I retired for my health.
This is when I began brain swimming. I had major dreams and an unbelievable memory of them. My dreams were about money and the lack of it both personally and in our country. I looked at the reason that my husband lost his job and why he could not find a new one. Why had the school system ignored my health needs? The answers to these questions became certain because I had time to research them, talk to people about them and think about them nearly all of the time. Then those dreams began running in my head like movies.
That is when I wondered if I could represent the USA in Olympic Brain Swimming. Of course not, but I could write and I did. Therein was the birth of Illusions, A Republic Lost.