There comes a point where you get thrown under the bus so often, you start to see it as strangely normal. Not a shock or surprise. It gets to the point where you see the bus coming, and don’t even bother bracing for impact - because you know you’ll survive somehow or other.
It’s been that kind of month. Or year, depending on how dramatic you choose to make it.
Before anybody worries - I’m fine. I’m good.
The rest of those around me - not so much. I don’t want to share too much of their stories, because they are not my stories to tell. Let’s just say I’m getting far too used to being the calm in the centre of the hurricane.
In story books the hurricane picks you up and brings you to rest in magical lands filled with flying monkeys, tin men, and talking lions. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if that could happen in the real world? Except perhaps without your house landing on Elphaba’s sister.
I wonder if you might get to meet Idina Menzel as a consequence though? That would almost make it worth it.
Random trivia for you - do you know where Elphaba’s name comes from? Elphaba - famously the green witch in Wicked - is based on the Wicked Witch of the West in the Wizard of Oz. The Wizard of Oz was written by L. Frank Baum. Sound out his initials - “el-fa-ba”.
You’re welcome.
In other news, I’m experimenting with “Day One” on the Mac. In the long run it might see my personal blog descend beneath the waters of the internet entirely. While it’s wonderful to share idiotic thoughts with an audience, I filter an awful lot.
Perhaps there’s room for both a private and public journal.
We’ll see.