Underwater is how I feel right now as I’m writing this (and for that matter a great deal of the time lately). I feel like a person out of time and place. I don’t think I’ve ever fully felt like I truly belonged. But sadly most won’t notice or perhaps care. Social platforms are anything but social or platforms. A fish out of water feels like they’re gasping for water, well this human feels like a man underwater gasping for air.
Depressed I am not. But truly happy? Well it’s complicated. My son for one makes me feel like I’m the luckiest person in the universe, he makes me feel happy to be alive. I can’t wait to see what he creates or how he’ll continue to interact with this world of ours. I see so much goodness in his heart and I hope this cruel world doesn’t zap that from him. He’s such a good human, kind and caring.
So yea underwater… how am I dealing with that? Daily exercise, creating photography, writing, and loads of podcasting. The small online community (many of you and you know who you are) I’ve created is helping to make this space somewhat palatable.
Alright well thanks for allowing me to spill a little in to your world. Be kind to each other, be kind to yourself.