The Backslide

It started with one “Here’s what I’ve been up to for the last 40 days” post after Lent. I swore I wouldn’t go back to my old “hours spent on Instagram” ways — I didn’t even like Instagram. And those 40 days of blogging, scrolling the random, artsy photos of strangers in my VSCO feed, connecting with friends via text, and saving my clever quips for my journal… They’d brought out the best in me. A me who made stuff she liked, consumed content she enjoyed, and didn’t need her friends to applaud her pursuits to feel good about them.

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Sunday Seen & Heard 5.22.22

On Sunday mornings, I try to get up early and post up in a neighborhood coffee shop for writing practice. I read a chapter of Natalie Goldberg’s Wild Mind: Living the Writer’s Life and spend 10 uninterrupted minutes capturing my surroundings.

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Birdsh*t (A Story of Self-Preservation)

A weird thing about my office: birds.

I don’t know what those run-of-the-mill little brown and gray birds are called, but occasionally, they get into my department and realize that a wall of glass windows stands between them and the great outdoors. So they flit about until they fly down the hall, are caught and freed, or meet an untimely end.[1]

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