I did mean to post yesterday. Then our internet went down for the last half of the day and my plans were foiled. This weekend was strangely unweekendish, full of things that on their own are rather nice but crammed all together make a big mess, like trying to squeeze leftovers into too small of a container. So now it's back to the weekly grind, and my brain feels stagnant and overwhelmed at once, full of things I want to do and write but too tired to do more than think of them.
We danced for a fundraiser Saturday night... always a good time. Rehearsals begin in earnest next week for our show in May. I'm also doing a fair bit of costuming this year. Yes, it's piling more on the plate, but dancing rests my mind even while it wearies my body, and sewing for dancing is the best kind.
The weather today has been a mix of snow and sun and rain. It mirrors my mood and helps to bring me back in tune with life. It is people who muddle me the most. Looking down at the world from my imaginary tower I can feel in harmony with all, yet set me down amongst them and it is a different matter. Down on the ground they confuse and intrigue me, fascinate and disgust me, amuse and frighten me. I long to hide from their staring eyes. And yet I know I am one of them. I cannot escape humanity until I can escape myself. Therein lies the conundrum.