My Words About It
Over. It’s almost over. One small miracle came of that dumpster fire of a year… The whole world agrees on one thing: Good riddance, 2020!
Although I do wonder why we are all so fixated on changing the calendar. Nothing changes other than a page, a date, a number, a word. Reality will remain. The BS will continue, it always does. (It would be nice if changing the date would change things, fix everything but I am not holding my breath.)
But we can choose how we deal with the BS. Do we swim in it? Do we throw it at others? Do we pretend it doesn’t exist? Do we leave it in the sun to dry? Do we use it as fertilizer? So many options! Pick what works for you. If that doesn’t work for me, that’s fine. I have my tribe. And together we can conquer all.
Which is why I am here today, to shout out about the wonders of my tribe.
The path I am on has led me to so many amazing people. The past couple of years learning the Ways of the Audiobook Narrator have been beautiful. The narration community is possibly the best I have ever come across. So open, so kind, so helpful, so real, so loving, so beautiful, so fun, so true. This includes the authors, the narrators, the coaches, the casting directors, the publishers, the engineers. Everyone.
And so, for the first time in some time, I have expanded my tribe. 2020 may have been one of the worst years in recorded history, but I’m choosing to revel in the silver lining of that black cloud. The fact that we all had to go online and virtual meant that I was able to participate in way more events than I would have otherwise. This meant that even my ultra-introverted self interacted with other humans and made connections. Like, real connections. And it’s wonderful.
I am a hermit. I like being alone. I enjoy my solitude and quiet. Too many people and I break. Too much interaction and I must recoup for days. Yet I would do anything and go anywhere if my tribe asked, and love it.
Not everyone in my tribe is new. Many have been a part of me for eons, some for lifetimes. I love my tribe for accepting me and all of my flaws. I am bad at social anything and even worse at anything that doesn’t require an unvarnished response.
This year, my poetry writing (and writing in general) has started to return. (yay!) And as we wind down the year and everyone does their holiday things, I found myself pondering my people. Thinking about how much I care about them, how wonderful they are, and how bad I am at conveying this. Then the below fell out. It may not be fancy but it’s from the heart.
So here are some words from me to my tribe. You know who you are. If you are of my tribe, this is for you. Whether we know each other (yet) or not. Whether we’ve spoken lately or not.
Tribes are eternal.
Tribes have no boundaries.