I have been thinking about my post from yesterday quite a bit. Not sure why.
I guess I wanted to clarify what I was talking about. Or something like that.
I don't think that the only meaningful times in our lives are end of life or when someone is sick. What I meant to say is that I get caught up in some of the insignificant things instead of choosing to focus on what I care about - my family, my friends, being a good person, finding joy in life. It is easy to get distracted from all of that and things like Eva's blog or memories of Roby remind me that it isn't just about the spreadsheet I didn't finish at work or the scratch on my car door.
I don't know if that makes any sense. I guess I should stop trying to write it down...the whole blog is about that, anyway. That's why I come here, make my art journal, learn photography, read, take classes, love musicals. I guess this is the place where I think about and write about "sucking the marrow out of life" (is that Whitman or just a quote from "Dead Poet's Society"? I will have to check).
Anyway, it was bothering me that maybe I said something that I didn't mean exactly. I know I haven't really cleared anything up here, but at least I tried. Good intentions count for something...