As usual, it’s much easier for me to choose a title, than decide how I’m going to write today’s blog post.
When I thought of today’s title, I was unaware of one of its most obvious applications: today’s number.
Numbers with zeros naturally seem more momentous, don’t they? Which might seem paradoxical, because zero means …. nothing.*
I’m happy with the title of this post. I think it really fits, today. But, I’m not sure how I’m going to shape today’s post (just like all those previous 499 blogging days).
Today, however, there might be a little bit more pressure … because of the title. That is, what if this post does NOT live up to its title? What if it’s not … momentous?
Now, momentous (especially if I write it with one of my beloved hyphens — “moment-ous”) might just mean … being in the moment. THAT I can do.
But, IMPORTANT. How important can I make this post? And “important” to whom? When? Where? In what way? This post’s importance depends on so many things, most of which I can’t control.
Allow me, dear reader, one more digression — to a particularly momentous post, for me. Here’s Day 95: A Startlingly Short Post, in its entirety:
We are neither as unimportant or as important as we fear.
© 2013 Ann Koplow
Just days ago, I was trying to design a t-shirt, regarding that post.
Time out! What moment am I in, right now? Am I in Day 500, Day 95, or earlier this week?
I’m in all of them, and more.
Which (finally!) leads me to the main event: what’s inspiring today’s post.
Yesterday, I met up with somebody who was momentously important to me, when I was in college.
And in the moments I spent with him yesterday, I had a sense of multiple visions: Awareness of what was going on in the moment, along with echoes, overlays, and memories of moments from the past.
Right now, I’m thinking about the momentous-ness of these kinds of reunions. Over the course of human history, how many people have created stories, essays, songs, poems, paintings, etc. about encountering somebody — or something — important from the past?
A huge number. WAY more than 500, I would say … many of them quite accomplished and famous.
Marcel Proust, for one. Dan Fogelberg, with “Same Auld Lang Syne.”
You may be thinking of different examples, instead.
How can I follow acts like those?
In my typical ways, of course.
Way #1: Composing a list.
My thoughts about yesterday’s meeting:
- I’m glad this person was in my life, exactly how he was, in college.
- When we separated, back then, it was painful.
- I learned a lot, from all the moments with him — happy, painful, all of them.
- I wouldn’t change a thing.
- I’m happy we met, yesterday.
Way #2: Sharing images.
I’m not showing photos, here, of my ex-bf (or whatever else I might call him). However, here are some photos I took yesterday, while I was with him:
After we parted yesterday, here are some photos I took (as usual, in order of appearance):
And, finally, one more photo from yesterday evening, with Michael:
Thanks to all my momentous connections and relationships, to Marcel Proust, Dan Fogelberg, etc., and to you — of course! — for your important visit, today.
* Talk about deja vu: I think I may have made this same momentous point — about zeros and numbers — in a previous post. Which is bound to happen, people. I’ve written 500 of these friggin’ things!