6:41 this morning, close-up
On the tiny Cape Air flight this morning, the woman next to me pulled out a pocket-sized orange notebook and jotted down a few things. She put it up and then pulled it out again and wrote some more. I had been going back and forth, but finally I turned to her and said, “You’re Eileen Myles, right?”
She smiled and turned to me, ” I am, yes, and who are you?”
With loads of enthusiasm, I said, “Nobody.”
Really? After all this time and all these posts?
With my next breath I recovered and became myself. We had a lovely conversation.
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 365 true things about me
why this daily practice
Yes. You are definitely Somebody. And yes, I know that one.
Thanks, Teresa!
One day I hope to be lucky enough to see you in person and have the courage to say, “Excuse, are you Cynthia?” 🙂
Louise, xoxo!
Oh I can understand this so well. Very glad you recovered.
Dana, it’s good to hear from you again, and I especially appreciate your comment on this post. I love/hate that you understand this!
I’ve been enjoying your posts–will be back to leave a comment.
Distresses me to think you would ever say you are nobody. Everyone is a somebody. You are a somebody who writes books, blogs, a mother, a grandmother, etc. Even the lowliest of the low is a somebody, albeit a somebody who is struggling with life!
Dorothy, it shocked me, but I think that might be the end of it. I wrote more about what happened in today’s post. Thanks for your thoughts. Hope you are well.
YOU are so NOT nobody! Just saying! I’m a fan!
Thanks, Linda! Of course, intellectually I have this–just trying to get the rest of me on board–and I think this might have done it : )
A scene from a book… 🙂
: ) Good to hear from you, Adrienne.