You know…not exactly sure why I’m thinking about it tonight, but I’ve never really felt like I fit in ANYWHERE.
I think the closest I feel to fitting in is with actors. Not all actors, for sure, but that’s never really what we mean when we say we feel like we fit in somewhere. I’m at ease with actors, in general, and most of my best friends are actors. I was an actor for a long time, myself.
But…not completely. Most actors I know HAVE to perform. It’s a compulsion. I’ve never really had that compulsion. I like working on my own too much. It’s why I turned to writing several years ago. And when I listen to other writers talk about THAT part of their creative process, I recognize myself in it…but making writer friends has been hard for me. I don’t really have many. Making writer friends has been work.
And so, I feel stuck in between those two groups. I mean…I feel stuck between many different groups, but those two are good examples. I feel like I don’t really quite fit into either of them. It makes me feel like I haven’t ever really found my tribe. Not completely.
Do you feel like that? Or do you feel like you have a tribe to belong to, that understands all of you, and you make fast friends with?
I want that.
But, maybe it’s just me holding myself back. Guarding myself. I don’t know 🤷♂️
Bit of a melancholy, angsty note to strike tonight for what, really, was a wonderful day. I got a lot of shit done, including all the Netflix work that I failed to finish yesterday (but I knew I had until Monday to do it, so I’m still ahead). Also did stuff around the house like do laundry, a bit of cleaning, took care of the pups, finished The Odd Couple, and watched the A’s barely hang on to beat the Angels. We’re not done yet in the Wild Card race…
It really was a great day.
Now…sleep. Night night 🙂