That’s the title of this blog post for those of you who may be new to this site.
For those of you who already know me, it’s:
Man, That Was Fucking Amazing!
See the benefit of knowing me?
Ok, so, here’s an update. Today was the last day of my project, I Am the Fourth, that I did for the members of The Village (a program of Mental Health America). Today is the day I got to deliver the prints. Of course I have to blog about this, but really, I was thinking on the drive home, “what am I going to say?”
To say it was amazing is insufficient at best (“lame” is more like it). I mean, I’m sitting here with the a horror movie on, the sound off, and my 70s mix playing on my computer (and yes, Bee Gees and The Captain & Tenille are in that mix), and I’m trying to put into words this feeling I have without sounding trite or sappy or stupid and I don’t know if there’s even a way for me to verbalize it. That’s a big deal. The list of “Things That Make Susan Speechless, For Real” has so far, in all of 51 years, accumulated only one permanent resident: GW Bush.
I’m not a people person, at least, I’ve never thought of myself as one. I’m not mushy. When strangers hug me, I don’t hug back. I have been known (truly, this is true) to make little children cry just by saying “hi” to them in the store. We have a saying in my family: “Susan’s not a people person; she’s a dead people person.” (That’s a nod to my preference to stay home and watch horror movies than go out and, you know, socialize.)
Today, I am humbled. I feel blessed by the Universe. I feel that I did something that was more than taking a picture and giving someone a print. I feel that I became a better person today. Not because I did something for someone else, but because a bunch of people did something for me. They elevated me. They helped me rise above myself and become a better person. Hang in here with me for a few, because I always write these posts in a stream of consciousness and I may be approaching an epiphany.
I mean, I get mad when I have to reset my Roku. A streaming movie that skips can, and has, ruined my evening. But today I gave a woman a framed photo of herself, and she hugged me. And as she walked away, she said, “I’ve never had a photo of myself.”
I think that sums up really well what I’m feeling today. And yeah, today, I hugged back.
Photo gallery to come. Not today though; today I’m going to spend the day counting my blessings, starting with the two who are at my feet, begging for a slice of orange.
These photos are a gift that I was given today: Hilary, that sneaky woman over at The Village, made copies of my blog and had everyone whose portrait I took secretly write a thank-you to me as they were signing their model releases. I had no idea she did this, and I’ve read only a few of the pages so far, but I’m going to savor them all today. For many days, and years, to come.