Hi guys. It’s been a few days since I posted a blog, so I wanted to drop a quick note to say hello.
I had jury selection earlier this week, and have been working hard through edits on Edgelanders. I am really hoping to have first round edits done by early to mid next week, then it’s off to readers before the next round of edits start. I’m hoping once I get that taken care of, I can get some writing done on other projects, as this has been all-consuming.
I’ve also been watching LOST, which I did not watch while it was on television and only vaguely knew how it ended. Because really, how can you exist in the world and not know at least thirty people offline who watched and talked about that show at some point during contact with them? Then there’s the Internet, so you’d think I wouldn’t have had to even watch the damn show to know exactly what happened. Fortunately, ten years of spoilers posted all over the Internet didn’t really ruin anything. Sure, I knew the big secret from the start, but then it wasn’t really much of a secret… was it?
I just finished a ten day binge, blowing through all six seasons. I worked my butt off during the day, and then spent my nights curled up in bed falling in love with every single person on the show. Their lives, their stories, the relationships they built and everything they endured both together and apart. It was epic, but I’m sure you already knew that. Chances are, you already watched it and this is old news to you. That’s okay. I don’t mind being behind the times.
I’m glad I watched it when I did because it felt like exactly what I needed right now. That in itself is kind of funny, considering how often they referenced the “Everything happens for a reason” philosophy in just about every other episode of that show.
I’ve spent the last year struggling with death. I think most of us struggle with its inevitability on a regular basis, though I have met a few rare individuals in my day who’ve come to terms with it, and don’t allow fear of its happening to interfere with their life. Sometimes I think that is the only real purpose we have in this life–to come to terms with the fact that one day it will end for each and every one of us, so we have to make the best of what we have.
A lot of us forget that sometimes. Circumstances make it hard to accept life for what it is, and they all too often make it even harder to get through day after day when it feels like all we’re given are struggles. But life is so much more than that. It is the people we love, the experiences we have alone and together, the moments we look up and catch the dust dancing through a beam of sunlight or watch a butterfly flutter past the window. It’s the little things and the big things… it’s everything really.
Sometimes I forget that too.
Yes, it’s just a television show. It’s not the answer to the universal question, which we all know is 42. But I love it when something touches me like that and reminds me to appreciate the very fact that I’m alive.
Okay, I’m done gushing about my LOST awakening. I’m really glad, as I said, that I watched it when I did. It was exactly what I needed precisely when I needed it. I really love it when that happens.