It’s the creep that really gets to me. The way it becomes something to do in the moments between doing other things, and it even becomes something to do instead of doing other things. Sure, the constant outrage porn, comparison traps, and vanity metrics are pernicious. But it’s the slow, subtle, creep of social media[..]
Pain will make you unable to think.Unable to create.It will slow your momentum.Make you feel frail.Make everything, from getting out of bed to tying your shoes, harder.Shrink your world to a tiny fraction of what it was.It will exhaust you.It will make it harder to fall asleep.And harder to stay asleep.Make you more dependent on[..]
One year ago, I wrote this: “I don’t know about you, but I’ve not experienced a global pandemic in my lifetime. Initially, I felt levels of anxiety far beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. Everything about life felt like it was changing. Rapidly. And without my consent. But shortly thereafter, I shifted into thinking about[..]
It was thirty minutes to midnight when the lights of a small town appeared on the horizon. “Want to get out and look at the stars before we get too close to town?” “For sure.” Room At The Inn In the hours we’d been driving the now-dirt road of La Cuarenta, the wind had picked[..]
