It's been a few days since I've updated the blog.  My web site needed some attention and my day job certainly needed some focus.  So now I'm back to ranting about the challenges of being a fiftyish diva.  This evening I'm struck by the uniqueness of our personal bubble we call reality.  This evening I chose to go ballroom dancing.  The hostess had a theme of Viennese Waltz night.  So the ladies dressed  in long gowns and the gentlemen wore tux or evening jackets, making for a very elegant evening filled with wonderful music and graceful dancers moving across the floor.  I just read an email from someone who chose a very different evening.  He and 1800 other runners chose to run a footrace in the night along a trail decorated with holiday lights.  I've participated in these types of events in the past and they're a wonderful experience.  It's a "happening" where the environment is so very different than any everyday experience but yet an experience that is shared by a large numer of people.  When I took part in this type of event, I came away with a unique "high" that lasted hours after the event ended.  So we each spent the same amount of time participating in an external event and yet we came away with a different memory.  I'll remember what it's like to move my body in time to beautiful music, to be in close unison with my dance partner.  My friend will remember the adrenalin high when the start of the race begins, the visual wonder of lights dancing as he runs through the darkness, the sense of 1800 people surrounding his presence.  And so we each create our personal bubble called realtiy and shape our uniqueness.