My friend Leigh Tillman Partington wisely admonished me on Facebook that “anxieties are part of the process!” Another friend reminded me that I’m not wasting time when I’m sitting around, I am being. (Coming from someone not especially known for just being, this was particularly striking.) (You know who you are.)
That was a great introductory post! Well done! Sometimes just getting started is the hardest part. Now you will find yourself thinking, "Oh! I gotta talk about that!" And welcome to the age of zero fucks/whatever/I don't care whether I'm noticed!
Interesting about the sense of safety though. I have experienced that there. You don't be a total numpty about it, but it's not head on a swivel all the time.
Nailed it! Your characterization of London (and of being a 52-year-old white woman who has been going there periodically since the 1980s) puts into words what has only been an indescribable feeling for me. Thank you for this verbal hug.
Thank you, Erin! It only scratches the surface, I know—I hope future posts about the museums and tube stations and weird street memorials and pubs (and weird street memorials about pubs) and some of the deeply idiosyncratic people and odd public rituals will maybe give people a bit more of the (I’d say je ne sais pas, but one shouldn’t use French to describe London 😆) spirit of the city we both love. Cheers!
I was beginning to think that you had struck me from the list of subscribers; or, perhaps that I had fumble-thumbed my attempt to join the list. Finally, you have arrived in my message file! I found your post interesting and true to your nature. I wish that I could join you for a walk...and a sit.
No, Cal, it was you, not me—I had trouble getting properly started. My Facebook people have given me much needed support and shoves. I hope you continue to find it interesting. ♥️
And we love you! Amazing post. Enjoy ❤️
That was a great introductory post! Well done! Sometimes just getting started is the hardest part. Now you will find yourself thinking, "Oh! I gotta talk about that!" And welcome to the age of zero fucks/whatever/I don't care whether I'm noticed!
Interesting about the sense of safety though. I have experienced that there. You don't be a total numpty about it, but it's not head on a swivel all the time.
Nailed it! Your characterization of London (and of being a 52-year-old white woman who has been going there periodically since the 1980s) puts into words what has only been an indescribable feeling for me. Thank you for this verbal hug.
Thank you, Erin! It only scratches the surface, I know—I hope future posts about the museums and tube stations and weird street memorials and pubs (and weird street memorials about pubs) and some of the deeply idiosyncratic people and odd public rituals will maybe give people a bit more of the (I’d say je ne sais pas, but one shouldn’t use French to describe London 😆) spirit of the city we both love. Cheers!
I was beginning to think that you had struck me from the list of subscribers; or, perhaps that I had fumble-thumbed my attempt to join the list. Finally, you have arrived in my message file! I found your post interesting and true to your nature. I wish that I could join you for a walk...and a sit.
No, Cal, it was you, not me—I had trouble getting properly started. My Facebook people have given me much needed support and shoves. I hope you continue to find it interesting. ♥️