dammit I still have work to do: 271/365


6:41 this morning, close-up

On the tiny Cape Air flight this morning, the woman next to me pulled out a pocket-sized orange notebook and jotted down a few things. She put it up and then pulled it out again and wrote some more. I had been going back and forth, but finally I turned to her and said, “You’re Eileen Myles, right?”

She smiled and turned to me, ” I am, yes, and who are you?”

With loads of enthusiasm, I said, “Nobody.”

Really? After all this time and all these posts?

With my next breath I recovered and became myself. We had a lovely conversation.


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12 thoughts on “dammit I still have work to do: 271/365

  1. One day I hope to be lucky enough to see you in person and have the courage to say, “Excuse, are you Cynthia?” 🙂


  2. Distresses me to think you would ever say you are nobody. Everyone is a somebody. You are a somebody who writes books, blogs, a mother, a grandmother, etc. Even the lowliest of the low is a somebody, albeit a somebody who is struggling with life!


  3. Dana, it’s good to hear from you again, and I especially appreciate your comment on this post. I love/hate that you understand this!

    I’ve been enjoying your posts–will be back to leave a comment.


  4. Dorothy, it shocked me, but I think that might be the end of it. I wrote more about what happened in today’s post. Thanks for your thoughts. Hope you are well.


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