days of our lives
(..yeah, there’s a reason why it’s one of the longest running soap operas – it’s got a great generic title that describes everything and nothing all at once…)
Last Sunday, we had friends over for home-cooked brunch in celebration of their recent engagement announcement. Two days later, we were helping some other friends paint their new house they’d just purchased, their first ‘family home’. Tonight I went to help a friend pack her life into suitcases and talked about her impending divorce.
Almost this whole month since we’ve been back from vacation, the new office move and everything that comes with starting a new business has taken us to adult lands we’ve never gone before: reviewing a 25-page lease, talking to a bank advisor, getting tax counseling, downloading governmental forms, and even having a business coach. Never before in my life had I ever thought that I’d want to be good at writing a business plan or so meticulous about accounting numbers.
So. I guess this is what the thirty-somethings occupy themselves with. No wonder I never feel like writing anymore. After a long enough time line everything new repeats itself in some sort of parallel universe type of way. Don’t get me wrong, things are exciting and fun as always, but the life-is-wondrous factor seems to wear down every time. It’s like when you learn how to ski: the first time is the best and most frustrating time, then every time after that it’s still fun, but you already know what to expect.
And then… Michael Jackson died. !! I found out in my yoga studio changing room from all the girls checking their sms after class, we all became friends for a minute. It’s just so shocking. I guess we never thought that he could just be gone like everyone else. While packing, my friend put on Off the Wall in her cd player, all the sudden they’re all sad songs. I don’t know if it’s sad more because he’s dead, or because our childhood now seems even further back. To quote my friend Chien, ‘his music lives on’.
But I know I’m going to remember today pretty well. Just like how I clearly remember what I was doing when I heard about Princess Di. Funny how it works.