200th

 The last of the month and the 200th blog post for Time and Light Switches land on the same day. I just flew cross country, coast to coast, and am a little emotional for a myriad of reasons. Not the least of which is that this is the 200th post. 200 times I’ve sat down to write and had something to say, whether it was about emotions and life, or the nature of the creative process. 


In honour of 200 posts I’ll share some snippets from the writing that came tumbling out while I was flying. 


-I cried the two days leading up to this flight. I thought I was in the clear from the tears when saying goodbye to my older brothers felt more like walking into the next room than flying to the opposite coast. But the night before, when I had to hold my inconsolable 10 year old cousin while she sobbed about how FaceTime wasn’t the same, yes that nearly broke me in two. I was about one more sob away from staying and just forcing a way where there wasn’t one. It’s the hardest thing to say goodbye to people who would do anything for you to stay. - This was written on the first of my three flights. 


-It’s mean of me and I wish I didn’t hate it so, but my people left and so shall I. I’m just on the slow side I guess. The one left to pick up the last of the pieces. Or just the one to finish strong. I don’t know, but what I do know is that I’l like to be on the other side of this awful feeling process. - This is where my patience ran out and I became rather grumpy. 


-As the lights grow dimmer,

and the horizon grows wider,

and the houses get smaller,

you feel further away.- This is where I tried to sum up my feelings in poetry. 


-I learned on this trip, that my brother and I can communicate a heck of a lot only using the barest of hand motions and facial expressions.- This is where I was very very very thankful to have my brother traveling with me. 


This isn’t the extravagant 200th celebratory blog post I had wanted to come out with. I truly had grand plans for this. But when life throws you a bone you bury it, right? 


So I’ll probably spend the next week recovering from my bout of spontaneity and wildness, but I just wanted to say that 200 posts feels like an exciting milestone and I’m glad to share it with you! Thanks for sticking around and I’ll see you again next week. 

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