My musing this morning unearthed a memory of a story I wrote in high school. Our assignment was to take a short story and rewrite the ending. I chose a story by one of my favorite authors. I chose “The Masque of the Red Death” by Edgar Allen Poe. In the original story a group holds up in an abbey to escape the Red Death. During a masquerade party the Red Death comes in and kills them all. In my story Red Death kills all but one party goer. Id, the will to live, survives and is a witness at the murder trial of Red Death.
You see I was musing about the fact that I am a survivor one in a long line of women in my family who are survivors. Strong women who have faced hardships and persevered. Maybe getting knocked down but always getting back up and continuing on to care for, guide, and protect our loved ones and others who need us. This strength of will passing on from one generation to the next. This strong Id. This strength of will to survive no matter what life throws at you.