Some experiences take a long time and some happen all at once. It's this brilliant way of being human that is so fantastic and so incredibly strange, but in all of its glory, very very beautiful.
It's not that I've never noticed this before. I notice it all the time, but somehow today, it seems worth talking about. Maybe it's because I've had so many experiences today that I've generally been truly grateful for.
I've gotten to go and see a great person and share my stories. I've gotten retweeted by someone I care about their opinions. I've gotten to see one of the nicest and cleanest roadside stops on probably this face of the planet. These are all really kind of instant things but they've all built from little things in me. They've all built up from a string of incidents in my life.
The stories are something I'm proud of, but I don't want to share them with my family. I think I'm scared of their judgment because I like them. This is my talent and I like it too. I mean there are these two things that I want so much for people to like and it's just hard blending those two things together.
Getting to share those stories with soemone who cared, it might be something to take the chance on. Maybe I should just email them to her and get her opinion. I don't know how they are right now and who knows maybe she has some inspiring piece of story to help me along in my career.
With the idea that I've got someone who I like replying to me on twitter, I've liked a lot of things. I like people. I like things. And I've gotten into a crazy world that I adore. And I've met people I adore through it. So when someone new and good comes into this circle, it's great. As an actor, he's wonderful and seeing him vlog was just something amazing, it's a little piece of what I like in people.
And I feel I need to tell people that I care. I love people. They need to know that their work is flourishing and the idea that comment made an impact makes me smile. I've never wanted anything in my life other than to make comments that matter and/or touch people in a personal way.
That cleanest rest stop, well, let's just say i've seen walmarts smaller than it. It's a place where people are connected by this crazy idea that they're all going somewhere. They are all meeting family or friends or going to a new place and it's all just everyone is connected by this strange happiness. It's happiness is reflected in it's ability to defy all expectations of rest stops and be bright and shiny.
Maybe we've all been exactly where I am now. Maybe we haven't. All I know is that life is crazy and complicated and beautiful in ways that I've never expected and that makes it fun. Life is always worth living, even if someone tells you otherwise. Maybe especially then. Enjoy the experience and the ride because it's all crazy but no one gets to make your artwork. You have that job. Make it what you want to be. And mine, well it's bright colors and wonderful pattern.
Love Ya,
Nina x
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