The first day off screens I was twitchy. My FOMO was high. Each time I unlocked my phone for a legitimate use (say when my husband texted his ETA for dinner or to check the time of a meeting in the calendar), my thumb would automatically swipe left to where I’d “hidden” the social media apps. Fingers running on autopilot. That night I moved the phone charger from my bedside table to another room for the overnight charge and didn’t know what to do with myself when I woke the next morning. I’d like to report that I got out of bed, went outside to greet the day, inhaled deeply and then sat on the front porch for a sunrise meditation, but really, I just rolled over and went back to sleep. Likely to avoid temptation.Read More
How strange that I should share my obituary when I am very much alive and well, but there you go. I wrote this in a flash non-fiction course with Christi Craig as a silly little play on form. I later attempted to fictionalize it simply by changing the name of the character, but realized that this was indeed always about me, or rather, my perception of myself. So I’m keeping it real. Lest my obituary reads as follows:Read More
I am at once anxious and excited to return to this blog. I fear my hiatus has morphed into a cessation and I've forgotten how to write. Which of course is absurd. I start with one word. Then another. Until I've formed a coherent thought.
It isn't really that I fear the words won't come. I have words. (And see, I've already made a paragraph). It's that I fear ...Read More
I’m changing my word. Can you do that, mid-year? I don’t know the protocol for the whole word-of-the-year business. But I’ve decided I’m changing mine. Or at least, changing the definition slightly. And since my word was originally “open” - meaning, I want to be open to new ideas, new challenges, new perspectives, I think the shift is actually quite apropos.Read More
In true "start-as-you-mean-to-go-on" fashion, I went for a run today. This happens every New Year's Eve. I dust of my sneakers and vow that THIS will be the year I stick with it. And not just running. I have a list. If I showed you my diary entries from December 31st for the last dozen or so years, you'd see the same dozen or so items on this list. I'm sure I'm not the only one who writes a "how I'm going to be a better human" list once a year. (tell me I'm not!?)Read More