Here’s yet another “memories” post… kinda.
Ten years ago today – holy shit it’s been ten years – the band I was in (Hail the Titans) embarked on a tour across multiple states, and it was such a wonderful experience for me. I know some people don’t think of the word “wonderful” when it comes to sleeping on floors and in vans and brushing your teeth in truck stop parking lots, but I guess I’m not “some people.”
It was amazing, and there’s a part of me that still enjoys being on the road, sleeping wherever, and meeting new people. (I’m still an introvert languishing in the ol’ INFJ section of the Meyers-Briggs arena, but every once in a while someone strikes up a conversation with me and allows me to open up a bit.)
I got away for a bit recently, slept in my car, on floors, even outside in the grass one night. I met wonderful people. I shared meals, beers, experiences, and deep, meaningful conversations. I made some new friends that I hope are life-long. I stared up at the stars, sat by fires, and experienced nature. I saw a relative I haven’t seen in person in years. I felt seen.
I’m still processing a lot of my recent experiences, trying to figure things out. I think that’s normal. Maybe. Hell, I don’t know. “Normal” hasn’t really ever been my thing, I guess. WTF is normal? Anyway, I’m lucky in the fact that I have wonderful friends (thank you!) and a good therapist.
I’m about to embark on another film project in a few days with the same writer and directors that did Coffee with Friends, and one line in the script is something that I have found to be very meaningful. (There’s actually a lot of stuff I’ve found meaningful in this script, but this one is most relevant to this post.) I shared it recently on Facebook, but I’ll share it here as well:
“It is our wounds as much as our gifts that make us who we are.”
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