Ok... That's just bullshit. Just kidding. But I do admit to feeling a little lost yesterday without the comfort (comfort meaning the contact with people I actually do know, but who live long distances away) of the familiar wake ups, the daily grinding out you all do, and the familiar rants and arguments that never seem to change. There is comfort in all of that.
|Comfort is my son, Freddy with an ice cream cone. He's expressing exactly how I am feeling.|
But let me tell you what "comfort" really is, if you don't mind? (see photo above of my son) Comfort is not waking up feeling like you MUST go and see what is going on there, it's heading out early to paint, to rake leaves, to see the day move a little more slowly because time isn't being measured by the opening of an app or website to watch what others are up to. It's time to listen to music, to think about life, and to write about it.
Simply, it's the sweet time of becoming more involved in your own life more than in others' lives.
It's so ridiculous to think of what FB has become to so many of us. Yesterday I was remembering back to a time without it, not too long ago in fact, when you had to either go see people IRL, or write an email, or talk on a phone, to make the connections you needed to make.
That's where I am again, enjoying the space from the feeds. But I do also now have a nice little café, called Instagram, to hang out in when the art fix is needed. All y'all (I'm trying) artists are feed for the soul. Glad to see you there!