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Some Thoughts on The Past Few Days
Jan. 12th, 2016 07:52 pmIt's been lovely having tons of work at the beginning of the year - normally January is dead slow for us, but this January we can hardly catch our breath. I'm determined not to let it overwhelm me. I had a moment earlier this evening when they piled MORE work on us, but as TheHubs™ says in his sagely British way, "We'll get through it and get it done. It'll be fine." And he's right, of course. But I've always believed the squeaky wheel gets the grease, so I tend to squeak a bit when I' m stressed.
It's very strange how David Bowie's death has affected us. We have both been very emotional the past few days, and have talked a lot about why David Bowie affected so many people. For me, it was his ability to be a man for all seasons. It's like he invented the phrase 'reinventing oneself'. And yet he never looked out of place in any era or genre. Who can forget Ziggy Stardust, the beautifully strange Alladin Sane, or the elegent Thin White Duke? He also grew into himself with grace and style and wit, and could be both touching and charming and silly and profound.
I realise I'm babbling, but I can't seem to express myself to myself about my grief. Part of it, I know, is the shock - that gut-punching feeling I experienced while sleepily checking my emails and having TheHubs™ announce in a stunned, hurt voice, "David Bowie died." We both kind of clung to one another and wept sporadically all yesterday, even while working, and neither of us minded that the other got emotional.
I am going to write a little now, and put in my 100 words for this week's GS100 drabble. I don't want to fall at the first hurdle - I'm already behind on the Fandom Snowflake Challenge, but the lovely thing about it is that you can finish it whenever.
It's very strange how David Bowie's death has affected us. We have both been very emotional the past few days, and have talked a lot about why David Bowie affected so many people. For me, it was his ability to be a man for all seasons. It's like he invented the phrase 'reinventing oneself'. And yet he never looked out of place in any era or genre. Who can forget Ziggy Stardust, the beautifully strange Alladin Sane, or the elegent Thin White Duke? He also grew into himself with grace and style and wit, and could be both touching and charming and silly and profound.
I realise I'm babbling, but I can't seem to express myself to myself about my grief. Part of it, I know, is the shock - that gut-punching feeling I experienced while sleepily checking my emails and having TheHubs™ announce in a stunned, hurt voice, "David Bowie died." We both kind of clung to one another and wept sporadically all yesterday, even while working, and neither of us minded that the other got emotional.
I am going to write a little now, and put in my 100 words for this week's GS100 drabble. I don't want to fall at the first hurdle - I'm already behind on the Fandom Snowflake Challenge, but the lovely thing about it is that you can finish it whenever.
