'Have you ever been someone before you knew it'?... That's a good question and in retrospect I'm realising, yes I have, a couple of times actually but I never really thought about it until now... This is a good reminder to bring more awareness and presence to seemingly chance encounters with people we don't take particular notice of or sometimes even completely dismiss, which we're all guilty of, I'm sure...
I've spontaneously jumped on the tire swing too, by the way (literally and metophorically speaking). Sometimes the rope breaks, but there's no shame in following whatever call you felt inclined to follow in that moment... For the record, I'm glad you didn't seriously injure yourself though.
Thank you Stephanie. Itβs my big regret , I want to go back and be kind and take her hot water. I want to talk to her more. Now Iβm her , Iβm so much more aware and itβs a great reminder as you say. β€οΈ
βHave you ever been someone before you knew it?β is going to stay with me for a while. Itβs unsettling how easily we step into lives we once only observed from a distance. The image of you drinking that glass of wine in stunned silence felt so raw and real. Thereβs something about that rope snapping that reads bigger than the swing itself. Iβm glad you got up, even if you didnβt feel okay.
Thank you , Iβm really glad you enjoyed the post. Itβs quite unsettling isnβt it, until you step in someone elseβs shoes , you donβt really have any idea, I guess I was in my own bubble back then.
Horrible experience and memory for you Francis. Strange, isn't it, how we hate others seeing us in vulnerable positions. I can imagine you're pretty much the same as me, in that if I witnessed someone fall or tumble, I'd go to help and try to make them feel better. I suppose not everyone's wired like that, hence our reluctance to admit to mishap or frailty.
It was Margaret, I still suffer with neck pain today. My mum raised the three of us as a single mum, she never remarried or had a partner after her separation with my dad. I didnβt appreciate it as a kid back then. Itβs only now Iβm a single mum that I fully appreciate how bloody hard it is. π’ but at least their dad is in their life.
Love it. I'm a bit of a camper. Love the freedom of it all, the self reliance. The freedom for the kids to play in nature instead of doomscrolling or goggleboxing.
It's little things that you miss really, isn't it? The snuggle, the sympathy, someone to talk to. Or rather the trust that the person you talk to is on your side and not saving up to weaponise it.
What a fabulous and also super vulnerable/revealing question "have you ever been someone before you knew it" - yes, I think so, both in good and bad ways. What a moving post.
Really beautiful writing. I look back on things Iβve adventured into naively (but how else?) and at least part of me is glad I had the confidence in that moment and the wisdom now. Another part of me thinks, if only the rope hadnβt snapped and I had to hit the ground, βrealityβ wouldnβt feel so fraught.
This made me cry - I am not sure why - and yes, I have been that single parent boiling water just in case ...
π’π’π’ itβs so hard being a single parent , I understand now 8 years on. β€οΈ
'Have you ever been someone before you knew it'?... That's a good question and in retrospect I'm realising, yes I have, a couple of times actually but I never really thought about it until now... This is a good reminder to bring more awareness and presence to seemingly chance encounters with people we don't take particular notice of or sometimes even completely dismiss, which we're all guilty of, I'm sure...
I've spontaneously jumped on the tire swing too, by the way (literally and metophorically speaking). Sometimes the rope breaks, but there's no shame in following whatever call you felt inclined to follow in that moment... For the record, I'm glad you didn't seriously injure yourself though.
Thank you Stephanie. Itβs my big regret , I want to go back and be kind and take her hot water. I want to talk to her more. Now Iβm her , Iβm so much more aware and itβs a great reminder as you say. β€οΈ
βHave you ever been someone before you knew it?β is going to stay with me for a while. Itβs unsettling how easily we step into lives we once only observed from a distance. The image of you drinking that glass of wine in stunned silence felt so raw and real. Thereβs something about that rope snapping that reads bigger than the swing itself. Iβm glad you got up, even if you didnβt feel okay.
Thank you , Iβm really glad you enjoyed the post. Itβs quite unsettling isnβt it, until you step in someone elseβs shoes , you donβt really have any idea, I guess I was in my own bubble back then.
Horrible experience and memory for you Francis. Strange, isn't it, how we hate others seeing us in vulnerable positions. I can imagine you're pretty much the same as me, in that if I witnessed someone fall or tumble, I'd go to help and try to make them feel better. I suppose not everyone's wired like that, hence our reluctance to admit to mishap or frailty.
Itβs a terrible memory, even writing this my neck has been hurting so much π€¦π»ββοΈ
That sounded very painful Francis. I loved that you had the sense of adventure to do it though.
My mum was a single parent and I remember well how hard it was for her. My youngest sister too.
Itβs something I havenβt forgotten and a good message to try and put yourself in someone elseβs shoes x
It was Margaret, I still suffer with neck pain today. My mum raised the three of us as a single mum, she never remarried or had a partner after her separation with my dad. I didnβt appreciate it as a kid back then. Itβs only now Iβm a single mum that I fully appreciate how bloody hard it is. π’ but at least their dad is in their life.
I so relate to the single parent pariah feeling. And the rope swing π± that must have been bloody terrifying. Sending hugs xoxo
Thanks Hannah, it was really was π€¦π»ββοΈ xx
Love it. I'm a bit of a camper. Love the freedom of it all, the self reliance. The freedom for the kids to play in nature instead of doomscrolling or goggleboxing.
It's little things that you miss really, isn't it? The snuggle, the sympathy, someone to talk to. Or rather the trust that the person you talk to is on your side and not saving up to weaponise it.
Thanks TRT π
What a fabulous and also super vulnerable/revealing question "have you ever been someone before you knew it" - yes, I think so, both in good and bad ways. What a moving post.
Thank you Liza β€οΈ
Really beautiful writing. I look back on things Iβve adventured into naively (but how else?) and at least part of me is glad I had the confidence in that moment and the wisdom now. Another part of me thinks, if only the rope hadnβt snapped and I had to hit the ground, βrealityβ wouldnβt feel so fraught.
All to say, I feel you!
Thank you Lauren β€οΈ