It’s been a day. Another day. There have been too many recently. I signed myself off work at lunchtime, but within an hour had been thrown head-long into a request from a client. I didn’t finish until the rest of the family called me for dinner. The fourth day in a row this has happened.
During the dark days I tell anybody that asks that I no longer enjoy what I do. On the brighter days, the opposite.
My world is often circular – a repeating pattern of highs and lows – sunshine and darkness. In the middle of it all, I seek out those I might escape with from time to time. The friends that somehow pick their moment to say “hello, how are you, it’s been far too long”.
The universe is usually good at that – providing those we need at the moment we need them. Not always though. When the quiet comes, the silence is deafening.
I’m not one to wallow. Tomorrow is another day. Better to go forwards and be mindful of days past than to become imprisoned by them.
Perhaps these words will land among the internet firmament like a beacon of sorts – a flare fired high above, causing others to message “hello” without knowing why.
Terrence Mann’s words in “Field of Dreams” come to mind:
People will come Ray. They’ll come to Iowa for reasons they can’t even fathom. They’ll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they’re doing it.