Last night was the AGO potluck. Eileen didn’t go even though spouses were invited. The evening was pleasant and people seemed to be having a good time.
I come away from these kinds of social events vibrating with snippets of conversation and impressions.
These continue to rattle uncomfortably in my brain. I often rehearse conversations I participated in and wince at my own inanity and possible insensitivity.
I file all this under the fact that I am painfully aware of misimpressions I can give people and also that I probably am more “intro” than “extro” vert.
These painful recollections make it difficult for me to relax and rest.
This is all exacerbated by my lingering burnout.
I tell Eileen that I am basically happy. But that little annoying things become amplified by my burnout.
Then I tend to fixate on them. But there’s nothing in my life that I would necessarily want to change. I just need a vacation.
One of those moments that kept echoing in my head was a discussion with a member of my choir who is also a member of the AGO. In the course of discussing an anthem I had to cancel, the chorister said that he noticed that I never complain about the challenges of working with the ever changing numbers in the choir.
I guess he doesn’t read my blog, eh?
I love articles that recommend reading. I have read a few of these but I always appreciate being exposed to how other readers are looking at their own preferences.
What interested me most about this article is the way collective memory of an event alters so quickly.
Hey. The ambassador from Ukraine wrote a thoughtful interesting letter to the NYT. Cool.