Plans changed and I found myself with a wee window of opportunity. I managed to see, speak to or narrowly miss so many folk that are dear to me this week it was probably destined to be that on my “big day” I’d wander the Lang Craigs, the place that too, is dear to me.
My phone pinged with messages and kind words so while I was alone I was with friends the whole time too.
The calm and quiet has lingered on and I’m really quite content tonight. Happy? Imagine that.
I had planned a serious post that spoke of my journey, my disappointments, my joy and more and I tried to take two photies to illustrate this in a very grand fashion. The first would be serious and dour, the weight of the world and experience creasing my brow. The second light and smiling, to show that I might win out after all and that I’m all about the joy of things, that would go at the end of the post.
As I struggled with the practical part of this, the camera on the tripod in the bathroom where the light is brightest including one tripod leg in the sink with me leaning over it from the front, faffing with the settings with no glasses on taking useless shot after useless shot on the timer I realised that this whole process kinda summed me up.
And that’s at fifty I’m actually no different than I’ve ever been. So that’s what I think this is, the final photie I took, it’s me realising how ridiculous it all is, how ridiculous I am, and making my peace with it.
I’m saying blacking out the badly placed bathroom curtain is a metaphor. A metaphor for what I don’t know yet, but my enthusiasm for whatever it is will be mighty. Onwards.