For some reason, today feels like the first time I’ve ever done a blog post. What’s up with that? The post I did on Friday might have just as easily happened to someone else. It feels so long ago that it’s like it didn’t even happen.
Is this what losing your mind feels like? Because if this is how it feels? Then I just did.
I’m looking at my list of things-to-do, but am approaching it in an even more haphazard way than usual; which I assure you is no mean feat.
Perhaps this is yet another indication of being cut adrift, lost-in-space, not of this world? I hope not. I really hope not.
I believe I will do something very concrete, something with obvious results, like weeding a section of the back garden. It’s measurable and doesn’t involve the nebulous reality of the Internet.
I think I might need to literally be grounded with real dirt and the real connections of roots and rocks. I’m hoping that works…then again, the wind might just pick me up and take me away. We shall see.
I just finished a book called ‘Farther Up the Strait’ by Wayne Lutz about cruising in Desolation Sound, and one of the bits that made me laugh, in a total spirit of “I get that” is that when they stopped by their condo in Powell River to grab things en route to their boat, one of the couple would invariably head towards the computer to just ‘quickly check the email’. The other one would yell, “STOP!!!”, because if either got online they’d find themselves sucked into virtual reality for easily a couple of hours – and of course, in their case particularly, time and tide wait for no man.
Exactly. It is a strange soul-sucking vortex of pretending-ness and yet? It all feels real and sometimes so completely energizing to connect with so many people that I would otherwise never, ever meet. Did I mention I’m Gemini?
The other day I was planning to take the exit off the Hwy, veer left left and then enter the shopping center. In a strange blur, instead of exiting the freeway, in my mind I should be able to just turn left directly from the freeway. I turned to look at Mackenzie (my 11 year old son) and said what am I doing? Where am I going? I quickly realized my mistake (no harm done) and then weakly turned to my son again and said “will you help me if I do that kind of thing again?”. He said, yes.
Today I am quick witted, fun, energetic and ready to face the world head on.
I know your blog was yesterday, but I bet you feel better today xo
Karen, you are so right. Today I’m on my game again…whatever the heck that means 🙂
Sometimes the internet is like a thief that steals time and transports us to this strange alternate universe.
I think you’re right – a dose of weeding is a great way to get back into the nitty gritty of the real world!
What is it about dirt that is so real? Must harken back to my days in the sandbox or something 🙂