Daily Briefing
A few thoughts thrown out there
My location: Saint-Brieuc, Brittany, France. 64°F. Drizzle. Cloudy weather is expected around 9 p.m., with wind gusts up to 21 mph. Thanks, Apple. I'm exhausted from my day, even though I spent it lying in bed. One possible explanation is that I went to bed far too late the night before, around 3 a.m. Other possible causes are too much screen time, stress, questions, uncertainty, and confusion.
Yet yesterday was a good day, filled with positive energy. Maybe an unknown entity snuck into the apartment last night and stole them.
Today, I am naked. Naked of positive vibes.
I'm writing short sentences. It's as if I'm too out of breath to string more than ten words together. Through the bedroom window, I can see my car parked below. I wonder how much longer it will last. It's been a shadow of its former self ever since Miss Air Conditioning dumped it. They loved each other unconditionally.
How do you comfort a pile of scrap metal? I know how to comfort a woman, but a pile of metal and plastic, how do you do that?
I'm meeting a family friend, who is about forty years older than me, for lunch at a crêperie facing the sea tomorrow at noon. It's going to be a good time. I'll have a Breton crêpe and cider while enjoying the sea and seagulls. Will I soon receive responses to my job applications in the region? Do the gannets and gray seals have the answer? Why do I have more questions than answers?
In exactly eight days, I will turn 39. I am horrified. I wish I could be 25 forever. I wasn't happy then, but at least my body was in better shape. Everyone tells me I'm young, but that's just a form of politeness. At 25, we don't have health problems. By 38, you do. Or maybe everything starts to go wrong at 40. Or maybe I'm just too negative. Take away this damn filter! I want colors!
Will the approaching fall bring me the comfort I need? Will I find it in the fallen leaves scattered across forest paths or in the gusts of wind sweeping the Brittany coast? Will I finally stop asking myself these questions?
How can we be unhappy and complain when Taylor Swift is getting married?
Tom
"...since Miss Air Conditioning dumped it. They loved each other unconditionally." WOW! lol
You should compile short stories titled, "Tales from Brittany." And as someone who recently turned 54, let me confirm for you that you're still young. Yes, you are. Accept it. Own it. And then, try not to hurt your back in celebration. : )
Same doubts; same questions over here. It feels like everything gets worse with time —our health, our parents growing old. Yet, I also know I must remember that flowers are made to wither, and that they surrender to their end with such beauty. You always give us so much to reflect on. Thank you.