Late Tuesday night, foggy from insomnia, I entered a committed relationship – with myself. Commitment is hard, but this one wasn’t. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner.
Grumpy me, miserable me, has something that peaceful happy me doesn’t have.
I’m finding a need to reinvent myself. Sometimes “reinvention” feels a lot more like “reversion”. I’m 19 again. I’m trying to figure out who I am and what I want to do with my life.
Last night I dreamt my husband found out I was cheating on him…
…I never want for words. I have a sea of them in the antechamber of my mind, but I am my own jailer. I am not in the habit of letting myself out.
Right now, Greta Thunberg is on a boat on the open ocean, sailing for NY harbor. I guess I feel an undeserved kinship to her. I don’t know her at all, but I feel like I get why she is doing this. I too, have felt the existential crisis that climate change suggests. I too, […]
The opposite of Pinocchio, who only wants to be a real boy, I’d like to be a wooden boy. Captured forever in the androgyny of youth. I have the female model of the human body. It is a good body. I am so grateful for all the things it can do. But I’m not quite […]
An imperfect existence is wholly better than a perfect nonexistence. So, I should probably tell you I am a bit of a perfectionist. The voice inside my head insists my story starts over three decades ago. I “have to” start there. But I should also tell you I have executive dysfunction. To start at the […]