Share
I like to share. I have always been like this. Ideas, jokes, hopes, disappointments, fears, dreams, clothing (most of the time where I got the clothing*) , plans, experiences, recipes, music, TV shows, movies, books………..
I understand why going alone to lunch or a movie is essential for some. For me those are times I love to share. I relish my alone time- but its not at a movie theater or a restaurant. I need to share. Apparently it’s a compulsion I have. I have seen movies alone- in a theater, in my bed, and I love to look over at the person I’m watching with and see if we are sharing the moment- the joke, the suspense, or the confusion… If I miss a word or two, I like to lean over and ask.
One acquaintance told me she never felt so alive when she traveled alone to Europe or some where. That is nothing I envy. I have had more time alone in my life than I ever wanted or knew what to do with. And it was a curse. I love to talk, explore, ask, mull, decipher, observe and SHARE those observations with people. As a photographer my greatest joy has been sharing my photos, a voice, point of view. Even if my point of view is shared with a twinge of bitterness, sarcasm and cynicism all wrapped in a lovely package with a winning smile.
That is what I want to do here- share- be it fashion trends, musings of the world around me, beauty product reviews, and there are no shortage of those- all product reviews for that matter. (*more on that in future posts.)
Oh, notice how I didn’t put that I am good with sharing food. I’ve actually regressed in that area as I age. I am pretty possessive when it comes to my food. Although D is reforming me in that area, his generosity inspires me. Maybe soon I will share that too. Maybe.
