It’s very rare that David has a weekday morning off from the bookstore. He’s working many late nights this week, as well as Sunday, so I’m thankful we had the morning to roam around together. Our go-to activity is always thrifting. Throw in some book shopping and it’s a work date, right?
It’s funny to see pictures and compare them to the actual experience. These moments, quickly captured on my iPhone, make the day seem pleasant and fun, or at least interesting. But the truth is I was cranky, deflated, and snippy, and nothing we did could drag me out of my funk. There’s a great disconnect between the way people think about my life and the way it actually is, and a lot of that is my own doing. We photograph our lives the way we want them to be seen, often not consciously. The rest–the messy, stressful, disappointing parts–aren’t worth capturing. I want to get better at not filtering out so much of what goes on.
If nothing else, these photos help me appreciate the day I did have, regardless of my mood, and that’s a good thing. I’m glad we had time together that wasn’t at the end of our long days apart. I spend so much of my time alone, doing my solitary work at home, not talking to anyone (except maybe the dogs). It’s encouraging to be around people during the day time when I’m really (usually) at my best. Now the sky has darkened and the rain settled in for the day. I’m perfectly okay with the solitude that awaits me this evening.