I sat down to write y’all a quickie Friday hello but I was hella stressed (#moving) and my brain was scrambled. I grabbed Tater and headed for the hill (#Bernal) and left my phone behind to clear myself and breathe fresh air and look at the killer view and as I was huffing and puffing up to the top my favorite mantra popped into my head:
”I have plenty of time.”
There’s an urgency to Big Life Decisions that has me grasping for all the answers right now. I want to know, so that I can assert some measure of control. You’d think that after this past year I might know better but my brain is a squirrely beast and she still thinks she knows what’s best for me even though what’s best for me is more often than not the opposite of whatever my brain is demanding or urging or flipping tables over.
“I have plenty of time” is an inhale, one of the big, slow ones that I feel both up under my collar bones and down into my guts. It’s an exhale that awares me that my shoulders are all up in my ears, and my brow is probably scrunched up, that I am so far away from my body I might as well be on Jupiter. It’s presence. It’s slow. It’s taking a step back from my narrowing vision and remembering the forest. It returns me back to a place of response rather than react.
It’s one of the only interruptions I’ve found that works for me in the moment.
Speaking of time! There is still time to register into next Sunday’s writing workshop 😎 . Would love to see you there and everywhere always and forever. The theme and associated prompts are created with the intention of helping us traverse the desert landscape that can seem to crop up between head and heart…I’ll see you out there, holding a lantern and a jug of cool blue water.
🙌🏾 Another one from Roxane Gay but I’m guessing you are already subscribed to her newsletter, aren’t you? “They will worry about property damage while minimizing the horror Daunte Wright’s murder and George Floyd’s murder, and the bitter traumas black people carry on their backs while trying to be free to walk down the street or drive home from work or live a good life. It’s no wonder at all that so much of our creative work gravitates toward trauma. We have not yet found a way to escape its clutches.”
📝 “I’m a regular mortal, not a superhero. The big mistakes I’ve made only make me more lovable, more humble, more sensitive to the trials of others. Today, instead of beating myself up, I’ll celebrate who I am, in all of my delightful imperfections. I have love to give, and I have plenty of time left. My job is to enjoy this day.” For real, just go read this recent Ask Polly advice column.
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Hey everyone,
I sat down to write y’all a quickie Friday hello but I was hella stressed (#moving) and my brain was scrambled. I grabbed Tater and headed for the hill (#Bernal) and left my phone behind to clear myself and breathe fresh air and look at the killer view and as I was huffing and puffing up to the top my favorite mantra popped into my head:
”I have plenty of time.”
There’s an urgency to Big Life Decisions that has me grasping for all the answers right now. I want to know, so that I can assert some measure of control. You’d think that after this past year I might know better but my brain is a squirrely beast and she still thinks she knows what’s best for me even though what’s best for me is more often than not the opposite of whatever my brain is demanding or urging or flipping tables over.
“I have plenty of time” is an inhale, one of the big, slow ones that I feel both up under my collar bones and down into my guts. It’s an exhale that awares me that my shoulders are all up in my ears, and my brow is probably scrunched up, that I am so far away from my body I might as well be on Jupiter. It’s presence. It’s slow. It’s taking a step back from my narrowing vision and remembering the forest. It returns me back to a place of response rather than react.
It’s one of the only interruptions I’ve found that works for me in the moment.
Speaking of time! There is still time to register into next Sunday’s writing workshop 😎 . Would love to see you there and everywhere always and forever. The theme and associated prompts are created with the intention of helping us traverse the desert landscape that can seem to crop up between head and heart…I’ll see you out there, holding a lantern and a jug of cool blue water.
Tuya,
dani
This week’s ⛓ ‘s:
🙏🏽 The Empty Religions of Instagram: How Did Influencers Become Our Moral Authorities? “Our new belief system is a blend of left-wing political orthodoxy, intersectional feminism, self-optimization, therapy, wellness, astrology and Dolly Parton.”
🙌🏾 Another one from Roxane Gay but I’m guessing you are already subscribed to her newsletter, aren’t you? “They will worry about property damage while minimizing the horror Daunte Wright’s murder and George Floyd’s murder, and the bitter traumas black people carry on their backs while trying to be free to walk down the street or drive home from work or live a good life. It’s no wonder at all that so much of our creative work gravitates toward trauma. We have not yet found a way to escape its clutches.”
📝 “I’m a regular mortal, not a superhero. The big mistakes I’ve made only make me more lovable, more humble, more sensitive to the trials of others. Today, instead of beating myself up, I’ll celebrate who I am, in all of my delightful imperfections. I have love to give, and I have plenty of time left. My job is to enjoy this day.” For real, just go read this recent Ask Polly advice column.
✍🏽 Handwriting is way better for memory and speed but we already knew that, right?
🌵The letter and Nick Cave’s response this week is real pretty “Do You Ever Suffer Self-Doubt?”
Thank you so much for being a part of this community. If you like this newsletter, please consider leaving a comment, sending it to a friend or subscribing. Or email me and say hi, I’d love to hear from you.