I need your help, dear readers. Please enlighten me about your wake-up birthday (or birthdays).
A. Which of your birthdays affected you strongly in an unusual way?
B. What emotion did you feel? Was it shock, alarm, wonder, excitement, fear, or some other feeling(s)?
C. What did you realise, think, decide, or do as a result of that birthday?
I’m really keen to hear from you. Because I’m writing a memoir about my own experience, and I’m only one person so what do I know?
Readers, I appreciate you more than ever
This morning I woke up thinking, another lonely day in lock-down. It’s only Day 19 for us this time and I have a great network of friends and family and yet I woke up thinking, another lonely day in lock-down. I’ve got a Facetime call booked for 5 o’clock, but will I talk to anyone before that? Waa waa waa. In other words, poor little over-privileged me.
Then I thought, someone will read my blog! Someone might comment! How utterly wonderful is that?
And I felt a rush of appreciation for you—my regular readers. You know who you are, we kind of know each other and and we talk to each other and it’s a flippin’ miracle. You open my mind and that’s exciting.
And I appreciate you too, random reader who lurks in the shadows and sometimes reads a blog post right to the end. You too are special, you’re doing you and doing it right. I like it that you’re there, even if I never see you.
And I appreciate you too—you who live alone like me and generally love it or at least manage. You—who in a pandemic have new fears and insecurities, irrational bursts of peevishness or gloom. I get it. We’re in it together for the greater good.
This too will pass, I tell myself. However, I doubt this warm appreciation of my readers will pass. I had it before, I had it already and it was real.
But today was like a wake-up non-birthday. My feelings are of gratitude and warmth. My insight is that you are there and sometimes we connect, we talk and listen to each other. So I am not alone.