day 8: confessions

i hear you. we don’t say what we need to say or do what we need to do for so many reasons. so. many.

the repercussions are unpredictable. or predictably hard.

we’re programmed to shut up, be nice, accommodate, avoid.

or doing one more thing in a day, even the right or good or simple thing, feels like a climb to the top of mount everest.

sometimes “stuck” is a pile of chips and dip, a pint of raw cookie-dough ice cream, the third hour into the fourth round of mad men. it is truly delicious.

i know. and maybe this is just me forgiving myself for it, but i believe that sometimes, stuck is rest. stuck is pause. it’s i’m not ready yet, or i haven’t found the right words. sometimes stuck is what the moment calls for, or what the mind or body needs, and we’re just being hard on ourselves.

so i beg you, kids, be careful to not confuse things. and take it easy on yourselves.

just know that when stuck becomes something else, an itch to move toward anything, be it a blank palette, an interesting job description, or a new idea, or a need to say something, be it to your friend, your boss, or your family member, i know you’ll know it. and i’ll be sitting right here, hoping to ease that along.

it’s friday, beloved. and here on this coast, it’s time to go home. enjoy whatever pause the weekend offers. for those of us in the path of winter weather, get your snacks, hunker down, and stay safe for us.

thank you for reading and responding. you will never truly know how much it matters.

all my love,

s