November 24, 2010

• Sleepless in Seattle

  Prior to going home for a Thanksgiving feast I spent another lovely week in Seattle in part because I love my Seattle friends (hi, g! hi, j! hi babies!) and also because a couple weekends ago was Emerald City Blues Festival (people from across the country gathering to take lessons and go out blues dancing). Somehow the fact that this festival was taking place in the city of Seattle I talked myself into going by myself into a group of strangers who mostly know each other and participate in classes and dances until 5 in the morning.  

  The late night dancing was sandwiched between chilling with friends, early mornings, and daytime naps.  And I delighted in both aspects of my trip -- there's something special about dancing at 3 in the morning with other people who share this interest and the music and the form bringing us together, there's also something special about talking and analyzing your life with friends as well as drawing pictures with adorable babies.  

  But what's weird is that this feels like a perfect exemplar of my life generally.  I feel like I have so many disjointed pieces of my life that don't really ever overlap.  Perhaps that's also what these three months are also about -- try to find a way for the 5am going out dancing parts of my life to overlap with the curling up with a good book part of my life.  Maybe that's why I'm comfortable with doing things by myself, because I know that the rest of me is comfortably ensconced in different worlds.  

  What's uncomfortable is that I've sort of made friends with some people I met at ECBF but facebook friending means parts of my life are overlapping and having introduced myself by one name but going by another in most of my life.  I don't really know how to gracefully integrate them.  So essentially I haven't developed basic social skills.  :T.

  Meh.  Enough naval gazing.  I'd rather think about turkey.

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