What a difference a day makes. And not always a good difference. 48 hours ago I was going to bed under the stars, looking at the milky way and reflecting on how everything was falling into place. 24 hours ago I was going to bed with my emotional world in shambles. And now I’m going to bed, not sure if I’ve missed my chance to recover and repair.
And when my emotions are raw, the music and lyrics resonate with much more force. Not quite true - I want to say that I feel more empathy for their situation, knowing the feelings myself. And this insight lets me remember the tracks that’ll most easily describe the emotional state.
Flipside is that I am very fortunate to have some very caring friends. J offered to travel 450 km to spend time with me, which did bring me to tears, while A spent most of the morning chatting with me, getting my head straightened out. Now I’m waiting for the important contact.
0 Responses to “24 hours”
Leave a Reply