I sat down in front of the computer last night with a blank document on the screen, my brain jumbled with the events and moments of the weekend. I intended to write – whatever it was that was in there – whether it be a blog post, something I keep for myself – or share with a select few. I had hoped that by pouring the jumbled thoughts on the page that maybe I could make sense of them – sort through them so that I can get a handle on how this weekend went other than the mere “it was great”.
Don’t get me wrong – it was great. I have no complaints. I am happy with everything. I guess the reason for the jumbled thoughts can be explained by stealing the word my friend has been using to describe the weekend – epic.
It was epic.
Good word for it.
I chatted with another friend briefly last night who in the middle of it all said randomly “you are really happy, aren’t you?” I was – I am.
All seem like words that don’t quite capture the feelings of it all.
So, I started typing – trying to get something out – trying to make sense of it all. All that I experienced. All that I saw. All that I felt. And, I realized how personal it was all – how raw it still felt. I realized how much I still have to process.
I wrote on Twitter yesterday evening how blessed I felt. A great family. Great friends. A fabulous weekend. Sometimes life hands you so much good that you can feel overwhelmed by it all. It’s funny to consider that one – because we all prepare and worry about life handing us too much bad to handle – that I think, for me, having too much good is almost more overwhelming. What to do with those good feelings – how to express them. What a problem to have!
As I process, I will likely share moments that stand out in my mind. Until then, I’m going to enjoy this afterglow feeling. And try to keep my head on work.