The other day I got a sudden interest in something I had forgotten about over the years and for it I am grateful.
The something was a video camera my husband got me for Christmas 2008.
I didn't want it. I wasn't interested in it and as I had two fairly new still cameras at the time I didn't need it and frankly, felt overwhelmed.
It got used a bit and then ignored.
Thursday night after I settled into bed I got the urge to fire it up and see what I could do with it.
On Friday I dug it out. I knew I was on the right track when I went looking for the manual. Most manuals I keep in a zippered bag in a cupboard near the cameras.
I gave the bag a cursory check distracted by a nagging idea to look downstairs where we've stored the old photo equipment.
I did. The manual was sitting right on top of a camera bag, waiting.
I played a bit on Friday night and then a few more times on Saturday and Sunday to learn about it and get a feel for it.
I'm enjoying it. I'm looking forward to making videos of the birds singing and feeding and whatever else comes to mind.
I am grateful for this new old toy for the fun of it and because as I was getting it ready to use I felt more awake, interested, alive.
In 2008 I was enjoying my first year of heart problems and on a high dose of the beta blocker Metoprolol. Among the gifts this medication brings is being easy going to the point of not caring much what happens around you.
I suspect this, plus the heart issue itself, led to me not wanting the video camera when I received it.
The newfound interest suggests that the last traces of the medication are out of my system and /or a new layer of creativity has been kindled.
Whatever the reason it is wonderful and I am grateful.
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