It’s surprising where writing can take you sometimes. I thought this post was going to be something far different. It began with a draft called FanGirl Adventures Part One. It was with much excitement that I sat down the other day to recount our adventures last weekend when we went to see Adalita play her first shows in eighteen months, in Sydney and Melbourne. But you know what? Once I started typing I realised that I actually have no inclination to share all the details. Wtf you may well ask. And as I thought about what I wanted to write about my thoughts took an unexpected detour.
It’s like this. We had an AMAZING two nights. Got a great big hug from the lady herself when she spotted us at the Melbourne venue, as she knew we had flown interstate to be there. She called us over to have a chat, more hugs, some high fives, and we had a really lovely catch up. The show was awesome, and we flew home the next morning to get ready for round two in Sydney. At that show there was an onstage shout out, more hugs, and another chat. (Not to mention far too much vodka consumed by someone in particular).
And that’s about all I really want to share. I’m not that great at reviews, and even though I CAN be objective, I just so enjoy seeing her play live that it would be a very gushing review regardless of what she actually sang. (The new songs sounded awesome btw). I don’t want to go into nauseating detail about what we chatted about, what was said, and especially what I may have very drunkenly said to her. I have the best memories of a truly excellent weekend, and a photo in which I look very blissfully happy.
I hesitated before sharing the photo on social media, mostly because I look so bloody pissed, but then I thought, what the hell. I had fun, we took a picture. But I keep coming back to the idea that it seems to be that if we don’t share something on social media it’s as if it never happened. I also don’t feel like sharing all the details because it feels a bit like bragging, which I hate and try not to do. Then there’s the fact that we have met Adalita many times now, and she has always been friendly and open, and at times it almost feels like she’s a friend.
Thinking over this post has led me to the surprising realisation that there is a lot I don’t share here. I respect the privacy of my family, and in particular my Husband, who doesn’t want his name and face plastered online. I always check with my kids before posting anything that involves them, and I make a point of not referring to any extended family. In fact I am feeling more and more reluctant to put my whole life out there. By no means do I try to portray a rosy, look-how-great-my-life-is kind of picture, but I feel it would be disrespectful to my family to air any dirty laundry publicly. Yes, there was that one post, but while it may have been the wrong decision at the time, I don’t regret it. Live and learn, I say.
So what was intended to be a recap of a very fun weekend has led me to the conclusion that I might just be starting to (finally) get over the compulsion to over-share. I am happy to share a couple of photos, some amusing anecdotes or observations, I may get serious from time to time. But I seem to have reached a place where I am inclined to share less and less. Getting older? Definitely. Getting wiser? I sure hope so. It just feels like everywhere you look we are saturated with too much f***ing sharing. I plead guilty, certainly. Dinner? Lunch? That sunset? Yes, yes, and yes. It’s all there on Instagram, maybe too much so. It’s why in the last few months I have removed all personal status updates and photos from my Facebook profile. I have also selectively deleted certain pictures from Instagram, and some Twitter posts and pictures. Because I just don’t want it all out there anymore.
And just maybe, I will enjoy the moment far more when I’m not thinking about how to caption it or which filter to use.
So, to Adalita: thanks for two awesome nights. You f***ing rock, and I’ll see you next time.
And here are just a couple of photos. Not many were taken, I was having far too much fun.
Til next time,