Often when watching people blow bubbles I am fascinated. I watch intently as the bubble takes shape almost fervently praying it should be perfect and I heave a sigh of relief when it floats away charming the world around it. I could watch bubbles form and perish for hours on end. Often the thoughts that form in my head or the impulsive things that escape my otherwise rigid composure remind me of these abstract intangible bubbles.
Like when I write an email I know is out of character. I key it in, mull over it some and hit send with a little bit of extra pressure on the mouse. Like stressing my need to get it out. Out of my control and therefore putting myself in a state where I can only respond and not control the circumstances. There is something exhilarating about doing things that take a life of its own. Things that could balloon into something bigger or fizzle away into nothing.
The thing is I don’t know it when I set out on it. And that is the charm.