I forget what I want a lot of the time.
A feeling on the tip of my tongue of finding myself needed.
Finding myself important.
Finding myself memorable.
Stories of loss and tragedy leave me feeling useless and guilty and superficial. In just a few words I can spiral.
And then a few blurry Halloween pictures melt all of that needy, guilty forgetfulness away.
I am needed.
I am important.
I am memorable.
I am lucky.
Sharing these pictures and sharing my little blog is me constantly knocking on wood. These moments, even the blurry ones, even the useless and guilty and superficial ones, ground my shaking fearful feet.
Thanks for being an audience. Thanks for sharing blurry moments with me.