I’ve Seen Stranger Things Here than a Live Monkey

Today, I ventured out. When I say I went out, I mean my ass woke up at 6:30 this morning, took a shower, got dressed, put on eye make-up and sunblock and was on the road at 9am.

I did TWO social activities. First I went to the Medieval Fair with Renee and her family, and then I went to Angela’s baby shower. Two social activities in ONE day.

The Medieval Fair was fun because I had only been there twice, and I really enjoyed Renee’s family. The title of the post is a quote from her mom that struck me as hilarious. I don’t know how to describe this, but I am going to try. I don’t see Renee often enough, but when I get around her I remember parts of myself that get lost. Something about being around her makes me  feel more awesome.

I did my complimenting random strangers thing that I always do. This will sound silly, but it makes my day even better. There is something satisfying about making people smile, and it trains you to see the beauty in people. I think everyone would be happier if they gave more compliments.

At Angela’s baby shower, I was just so happy to see some people I haven’t seen in a very long time. On a purely selfish note though, I remembered how vibrant I am. I forget I am vibrant, or I think that I used to be vibrant, and now I am somehow dull. It is a gift to be reminded of things like that. I forget so much about myself. I think everyone does. I think part of how you know you are around good people, when you remember the incredible things about yourself.

I feel like a real writer. I am a few really good work nights away from finishing my novella. This will be the second first draft of a sizable work. I went today and I felt like  a real grown up writer, and people were excited and impressed about it for me. It is the first time I felt confident in saying that I was a writer, and I wasn’t looking for the ‘until you grow up and get a real job’ look in people’s eyes.

I am sore as hell, and sunburned (in spite of two applications of sunblock), but I feel amazing. It is like when you sit on you foot too long and it falls asleep, yeah, but the feeling after you stand back up and the feeling rushes back.

The beautiful thing about age and experience is that I could get through times like earlier this month, and come into days like today. All days can’t be like today, but when they happen, they make the rest of everything more wondrous.