Day 3 of The Isolation Journals. Today’s prompt is to write a travel entry from your own home; to explore your place of quarantine like it’s a foreign land.
Day 2 of The Isolation Journals. Sometimes you want to talk about your sadness like it’s the weather. It’s a damn shame but it is what it is. We don’t have to dwell.
Day 1 of the Isolation Journals. While the feeling is specifically rooted in the global situation, it stretches out, connecting to a much earlier time.
My blogging life began on the now-defunct Multiply.com, where I went through a phase of posting personality questionnaires and quizzes. There’s one still imprinted on my memory: what color is your heart? Mine, allegedly, was blue.
Darling, we did it: we are truth-tellers.
It’s always a music box version of Bach: Cello Suite No. 1. It’s the biggest reason I don’t mind the alarms. The second is because I set these reminders surprisingly during the weekend of a mental health emergency.
Here’s a quote from Elizabeth Wurtzel’s Prozac Nation, which I’m told is aptly is about depression, which I’ve held to heart: “That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.” I don’t know what she herself meant, but in my head I interchange “purposeful” with “useful,” has a meaning and result that adds up and makes sense.
An email landed softly in my Inbox on New Year’s Day. It read, “The following is an email from the past, composed on December 31, 2017. It is being delivered from the past through FutureMe.org.”
I know you believe that the hard work, sacrifices and…
I. On resolutions When I was younger, new year resolutions…