Ah, yes. It does glimmer like an oasis, doesn’t it. And for those of us who found meaning in these spaces, friendships birthed online, connection when we couldn’t connect elsewhere…the mirage fades as you realize you’re still just on your own moving through these days. Online feeds something, sustains you, until it doesn’t.
The mundane is where I am home, too. It is where I am most at ease. And like you, it is all I dreamt of for years. What a gift to have it, to live this.
But as Meaghan commented on top, it’s this mundane done with another that would feel richer. Fuller. More satisfying. Is this what we keep reaching for the screen for?
Ah, Laesa. I so appreciate your comment. It’s interesting to hear your experience, how you say “the mirage fades as you realize you’re still just on your own moving through these days…” Love to you.
Absolutely. All of this is in my head all the time. Yesterday I was feeling ‘meh’ about my mundane Friday early evening tasks so I put a favourite record on and it instantly added enchantment (as per Liz Gilbert ☺️). Then I folded clothes and washed dishes and did a puzzle until the album was over. But there was a missing element…someone to share it with. So I shared it on Instagram and some people liked it and most people had no comment and it was really such a hollow replica of what I REALLY wanted, which was a neighbour friend to pop over to listen to beautiful music and work on a puzzle for a little while we chatted and had a laugh. That’s what my mom had back in the day on her early Friday evenings (they would have been having wine and making a casserole or something, but same same). I long for it.
Ah, yes. It does glimmer like an oasis, doesn’t it. And for those of us who found meaning in these spaces, friendships birthed online, connection when we couldn’t connect elsewhere…the mirage fades as you realize you’re still just on your own moving through these days. Online feeds something, sustains you, until it doesn’t.
The mundane is where I am home, too. It is where I am most at ease. And like you, it is all I dreamt of for years. What a gift to have it, to live this.
But as Meaghan commented on top, it’s this mundane done with another that would feel richer. Fuller. More satisfying. Is this what we keep reaching for the screen for?
Anyways, yes, all of it. Nodding along.
Ah, Laesa. I so appreciate your comment. It’s interesting to hear your experience, how you say “the mirage fades as you realize you’re still just on your own moving through these days…” Love to you.
Absolutely. All of this is in my head all the time. Yesterday I was feeling ‘meh’ about my mundane Friday early evening tasks so I put a favourite record on and it instantly added enchantment (as per Liz Gilbert ☺️). Then I folded clothes and washed dishes and did a puzzle until the album was over. But there was a missing element…someone to share it with. So I shared it on Instagram and some people liked it and most people had no comment and it was really such a hollow replica of what I REALLY wanted, which was a neighbour friend to pop over to listen to beautiful music and work on a puzzle for a little while we chatted and had a laugh. That’s what my mom had back in the day on her early Friday evenings (they would have been having wine and making a casserole or something, but same same). I long for it.
Thank you for your words here! It was so nice to meet you a few weeks ago. And yes, the longing is alive in me, too. ❤️🔥