The silence is deafening. I stare at a dark screen with nothing to say. I cannot even think of the next sentence.
5 minutes pass of staring into space.
I return to the screen. Still nothing. This is what I call “fishbowl brain”.
Days like this happen. But do I fight against the nothingness? Or do I let it be and try again tomorrow?
Read MoreComing to you live from Newark Liberty International Airport Terminal B. (A duly deserved renovation.) Am I excited to be here? That is the question.
I don’t hate the airport like some people do. I don’t love it either. People who say they love the airport are lying.
It’s the idea of where you’re flying.
Read MoreStream of consciousness. 10 minutes. Virtual format because I don’t want to have to deal with transcribing my horrific handwriting into Google Docs after the fact.
If you’ve ever read The Artist’s Way, you know what I’m doing here. I just need to stop thinking so much.
Read More“This moment is the best moment.”
Says the rubber bracelet given to me by a stranger in Costa Rica earlier this year. In March.
I haven’t taken it off since.
But I don’t really need the bracelet. I know what it says. It’s just comforting to have a physical reminder of that thing we all recognize as true but is still so hard to grasp: the current moment is literally the only thing that is real.
Read MoreI’m kind of obsessed with understanding people. Mostly, with understanding myself. I crave logic and order in my experiences. In my thoughts. And especially, in my feelings.
Silly girl.
Sometimes I really do make myself laugh.
Read MoreMy cat died last week.
We put her to sleep because she had been sick for many years, and finally went straight into renal failure. She was 20 years old. I was 5 when I named her. Trapeze. Because she was lithe af. Small, nimble, quiet.
She was a terrible cat. This is her eulogy.
Read MorePeople who don’t like their own birthday are running away from something.
“Attention.” They always say.
I don’t understand this personally — I love my birthday almost as much as I love attention — but whatever, fine.
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