Bookclub Bust

Bookclub was a bust. Three of us. The person who set up the video call through a work source wasn't able to join in so she made me the "host." That meant I had to stay until the end or the call would be disconnected.

It was a bust because we only talked about every depressing topic in the world -- nothing about books or anything remotely uplifting. I understand giving time to what's happening in the world but this was just doom and gloom ruminating. FOR 90 MINUTES.  

These conversations always start the same way. We weren't meant to know this much about every single bad thing. The news is too much. Can't get away from it. I need a break from thinking about it. And yet they bring it up and won't stop talking about it. I have a few friends who are this way too and no matter how many times I directly say I don't want to talk about it anymore, they won't stop. It ends the same way too. Guess we need to talk in community about this. I needed to vent some of this emotion. Etc.

It's ruminating, not talking with a purpose. We can talk about the world crisis in a way that provides some hope or some focus. It's a very different kind of conversation. It didn't feel helpful in anyway -- to us or the problems of the world.

I'll end this here before I start (continue) ruminating on the ruminating!

Today is a morning volunteer breakfast and training. I have an afternoon pedicure appointment back with my favorite tech. Looking forward to both.

Still trying to get my mood out of the gutter. It's not going great, but I'm focusing forward. The bookclub thing was a pretty big hit last night. I need to do a better job of shielding myself while I'm working though my own stuff. 

Monday love is a bit lacking this morning. I'll try to turn it around. Have a good start to the week. Later gators.