It was one of those flights where everyone clapped upon landing safely.
I had an epiphany today.
I don’t have the time or the language to explain the whole story, but dear reader, I trust you will understand.
I realised today, that I deeply regret that I was not born in time to travel by independent means and sit in a darkened club, or concert hall, and hear Nina Simone sing Feeling Good. Live. To me – while I sit there in the dark.
I realised I have missed something very very important by being born too late, on the wrong side of the world, with no time or means to get to her. That my life could have been complete, if only.
And no other rendition, however good or soulfully delivered can now ease that heavy feeling.
I’ll be over here, consoling myself.
I fell over at tenpin bowling tonight. Stumbled backwards over the ball dispenser, fell flat on my arse, in front of my kids, husband, and twenty-odd dudes out on their bowling night in the lanes next to us.
I never let go of the ball. (Why?!).
There was much delight and hooting, and while Smallest Person gave me a hug and told me how she felt bad for me – she then re-enacted the whole thing several times over. Kind of like a live replay.
It was hysterical.