Yesterday was Halloween. Halloween, frankly, bums me out.
It bums me out because I almost had three daughters, but none of them made it to term. And at Halloween, we see an awful lot of really really adorable little girls.
So I was bummed and at home working on my book. Some nice people on Plurk started a very silly conversation with me that ended up taking all night. It was silly, but also personal. And by the end we were friends.
This morning, I was musing about this while planning my day. And, on Twitter, I sent out this message:
You see, our interaction on Plurk was not confined to Plurk. As we talked, we exchanged artifacts through Flickr, blogs, Facebook and other tools.
The presence of our artifacts, made short work of explaining complex things. We very quickly understood each other as real, authentic people. They understood my pain and helped with it, and I helped them. I went to bed happy.
So, while I was Twittering the above tweet, my friend Giyen in Seattle was home putting the finishing touches on a wonderful blog post about living openly and authentically. It’s a very personal post. I find it very moving.
She says at the end:
So I’m here. At this quiet juncture in life where I have decided to choose ‘life’ over everything else. What good is social and economic stability when you feel all dead inside? I want life to be extraordinary. It doesn’t have to be easy, but it does have to be good.
We all have life’s battles and our internal struggles. But in the end, we learn from each other, we live for each other. That makes life extraordinary. It isn’t easy. But, with each other and a bit of imagination, it will be good.