Beautiful fleeting moments
Some scriblings
I was racking my brains to figure out what to put on the page today for our date, and it is not that I don’t have anything to say, but I lack the time to polish the ideas. I have spent the last weeks during my commute practising this new language I am learning1, and for the rest of my “free” time writing a report for this course I have started to reshape my professional future. Mr Busy leaves little time for Mr Important to do his things, like thought shaping.
In a desperate effort to communicate something remotely meaningful, I went into my notebook, where I write ideas that I catch randomly to see if later on I can elaborate them for my sake and your entertainment. Today, the menu only offers half-chewed thoughts. I hope they will not cause the type of indigestion that forces you to unsubscribe. Who is a writer without her readers? Without the knowledge that you are expecting my letter I doubt I would be sitting here with my musings.
Children
Today I dropped E at the kindergarten. These days I rarely get this privilege because it is usually C, with his more flexible work hours, who gets to do it. So I paid attention. I was not in a hurry, I could say hi to the other children, admire the dilapidated trees that are there just for the sole purpose of being climbed and enjoyed the crisp, cool autumn air combing my nose hairs. I love children, I love being privy to their discovering the world, all so shiny and new for them.
Hello A! I am wearing spiderman socks today!
Cool! Look at me, I’m swinging!
The shortest interaction between them means so much. Like, wearing spiderman socks is the epitome of taking life seriously, equivalent to swinging so hard that your breakfast might come out the wrong end of the digestive tract. These things sharpen your senses to the meaning of life.
I should pay attention more often.
Sensory overload
Now that I am thinking seriously about my career path, I imagine myself in other roles. The other day, one of my patients mentioned that she was training to be a midwife. That is a job I would get kicked out of after three hours on site. How can one walk the corridors of a maternity ward and restrain themselves from picking up every single baby and kissing them while taking in their “I am new here” scent? I imagine myself being so unprofessional under the gaping gaze of the newly minted parents.
Yeah, no… that is not the job for me.
Look like you are having fun, NOW!
Today I picked up P and CA from school, we were walking back home and I noticed a woman with her phone out, instructing some children how to pose looking “natural” gathering the beautiful red leaves that had fallen from the trees. Immediately my brain assumed what had just happened: she had noticed her children playing with the leaves and hurried to whip out the camera to catch the beautiful but fleeting moment. She had missed it and wanted it reenacted.
This is what we have reduced beautiful fleeting moments to.
Today, there are no subscribe buttons.
Bear with me; better times with more meaningful ruminations will come.
Commutes are usually my most focused writing moments. Trains, you got to love them, right?
Love these partially chewed thoughts. Very soft and digestible. I’m wrapping up vacation and I’ve been trying to work on my “attention” and allowing myself to be more open for the little things and not worry too much about capturing everything on my little pocket rectangle for later 3am scrolling. This was a beautiful reminder