There are times when dreams wake you up with a theme or a phrase. The words "Above Ground" were in my head when I woke up today.
It's like you keep uncovering things that need change in your life. You finally tackle some big ones, maybe it take years or even decades. And you want to feel that feeling of accomplishment. And you do.
Then you take a big sigh and realize that the next thing, like a plate in an old cafeteria line, pops up underneath, all fresh and ready to be handled. Sigh.
I was feeling for a minute like my life was more or less in order. Like I had my shit together. Like I could say proudly that I am Walking the Walk.
Then a big elephant steps into my dream. It doesn't even have to name itself, because it's just there, taking up a bunch of room. Apparently it wants to go "above ground." I couldn't even see it before because I was to busy cleaning up all the shit on the floor. Maybe you can only deal with so much at any given time.
Joe and I are watching Upstairs Downstairs on Netflix. I never saw a single episode before. It makes Downtown Abby, on which it was clearly based, look like a soft-focus rip-off. Upstairs Downstairs hits class issues head-on. Made from 1971 to 1975. Still so relevant.
I wonder if I'll ever have the guts to write something meaningful. Above ground.
It's like you keep uncovering things that need change in your life. You finally tackle some big ones, maybe it take years or even decades. And you want to feel that feeling of accomplishment. And you do.
Then you take a big sigh and realize that the next thing, like a plate in an old cafeteria line, pops up underneath, all fresh and ready to be handled. Sigh.
I was feeling for a minute like my life was more or less in order. Like I had my shit together. Like I could say proudly that I am Walking the Walk.
Then a big elephant steps into my dream. It doesn't even have to name itself, because it's just there, taking up a bunch of room. Apparently it wants to go "above ground." I couldn't even see it before because I was to busy cleaning up all the shit on the floor. Maybe you can only deal with so much at any given time.
Joe and I are watching Upstairs Downstairs on Netflix. I never saw a single episode before. It makes Downtown Abby, on which it was clearly based, look like a soft-focus rip-off. Upstairs Downstairs hits class issues head-on. Made from 1971 to 1975. Still so relevant.
I wonder if I'll ever have the guts to write something meaningful. Above ground.
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