Anchoring In This World

This weekend did not turn out how I expected.  It started out like it was supposed to.  I hung out with my niece Friday before taking her to the airport on Saturday.  After that, I planned to attend my school’s musical leaving Sunday open to be super duper productive.  After I returned home from taking my niece to the airport, I ran a few errands and sat down to dinner, thinking I would be heading to the play soon.  Unfortunately, this is when my mother called to tell me that my dad was pretty sick.  My weekend plans shifted instantly to how could/should I help.  After all, my dad isn’t young and struggles with health issues already.  This, of course, is the reason why this blog is so late.  Thankfully, he seems to be a little bit better today but I’m still struggling to refocus on my tasks.

I planned to go through social media to share what pictures, articles and videos that I could find about Duran’s Moscow visit for the BraVo Awards but I simply lack the time and energy to focus on it.  I know…I’m a terrible Duranie.  Maybe someone else could share with me via our social media or the comments section here.

While I don’t have time to look for extensive footage about this appearance, I did see a couple of tweets, pictures, etc. from the band’s official website, Dom and Anna.  When I scanned through social media and saw the pictures, I smiled each and every time.  They made the last 24 hours a little better.  It makes me feel good to know that the band is out there in the universe doing something related to their work.  It provides a bit of comfort to me.  Is that weird?    It is like I have these expectations of what should be around in life and when they are, everything feels normal.  They are my anchors.  My dad has one of those in his life:  White Sox baseball.  The baseball season is a standard.  It is always the same in terms of when it starts, what it will be like, etc.  It provides consistency, continuity of life.  This marker tells my dad that everything is normal and okay.  For me, what makes me feel like everything will be okay?  Duran Duran.  For my dad, baseball has been a part of his life for decades, most of his life.  The same is true for Duran for me.  Seeing them make an appearance means that the world is stable.  Life is stable.

Am I the only one who feels this way?  Am I the only one who uses Duran Duran in this capacity?


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