Wiped Out

This image – of our family’s dog in his preferred state – is an accurate reflection of my current condition. Today’s pic: the pooped pug.

I am at the end of a whirlwind couple of weeks, largely spent in transit around the Lower Mainland. Reconnecting with friends in an attempt to strengthen tenuous bonds. One of my fears is to become memory when I am only a text away; sliding glacially into irrelevance on the tertiary of social circles. Especially as everyone’s narrative gathers pace, or settles, into familiar patterns.

To avoid the idle feat of being forgotten takes energy, often more than I can muster. Though promises made need to be kept and commitments cancelled leave sour aftertastes.

It will all happen again, too soon for this chronic crowd-sidestepper. Wholly tiring yet gratifying, dreaded yet welcomed in equal measure.