I’m kind of at a loss of what to write about tonight. I never know what I should or shouldn’t say. Besides the music posts, I don’t plan these things out in advance. That’s probably why I change subjects a few times as I ramble on. 😉
Vacation is on my mind, because today was the last day of it. A week off work, purposefully taken mid-week to mid-week so I could have a lovely long weekend. And it was lovely in every way.
The company, the food, the laughter, the freedom to just be me even if that me isn’t always the “best” me.
I said things I regret. I always do. I shared things I wish I hadn’t. I tend to ramble on about crazy ideas, recollections that make me think twice about who someone is or was, and my jumble of memories from a pretty mixed-up childhood. But I trust these people. So it’s okay.
Yesterday I was on an airplane, traveling home, staring at the blue sky above and the clouds just below, and it was peaceful.
It made me think of a divide between worlds. Not just the above and below, not just the sky and the ground of my fictional universe, but the way some people might compartmentalize their lives, dividing their own small worlds into different groups.
There’s family, of course. Maybe a work group of some sort, mosque or church or some other spiritual group, and then add in a club or two. And all these worlds, while they may have some overlap, tend to be kept separate. What you share with your family isn’t the same as what you share with your sewing circle or the fandom for that book series you really like, and you certainly wouldn’t want to include your work colleagues in that mix, having them read your posts on twitter about some band you like, much less letting them read the fanfic you write.
And then there are friends. Somehow really close friends tend to overarch all these worlds. They could belong to one or more of those groups I mentioned, connecting them. And you talk to them about anything: family, health, work, faith, books, music, everything.
I think about the finale to my series, what it is I want to really convey with these stories, why the characters even do what it is they do. Maybe it’s because these disparate worlds should connect more often.
Find ways to stay connected. And be safe about it, please.