Some days in rescue are harder than others, and yesterday and today were tough ones. I won’t go into detail because I don’t want to break hearts plus I have shed enough tears myself.
While I worked my job today, I also sporadically colored to give myself a space to breathe and escape to the world inside my imagination, where there are characters who have accompanied me for decades. I’d started coloring something last month because it reminded me of dialogue from a fictional, fated meeting that I once wrote and sometimes mentally revise.
Tom had gone to a baby shower for a friend, so when the magic hour came that I knew there’d be no new email for a while, I dashed out of the house. I don’t ever want to go to the Galleria–I’m not a shopper–but there used to be a certain merchant there who I visited when I was looking for something very specific (specific silver charms, in case I sound mysterious, which I don’t mean to be).
He is not there anymore, and I walked the Galleria looking for someone similar, but the merchandise I saw just made me feel sad. It’s a Kardashian-Trump world, with everything too flashy, too trashy, and not remotely for me.
I came home mostly empty handed and finished this.
I wondered if I should work the phrase more specifically into my dialogue. Then I wondered if it came from some other book or movie or song, so I Googled it.
Ugh. Kanye tweeted it on his one-year anniversary to Kim. It probably isn’t even original to him, but still, you can’t escape the Kardashians ever. I’m staying home from now on with my characters.
you made me cry anyway … but that is a beautiful thought