An excellent post. It’s both a heart-wrenching testament to a loved one, and a harsh truth about a beloved practice. We all have to take time away from the things we like doing, because giving ourselves room and time to process big events is a critical part of living.
Be sure to tell someone–anyone–you care about how you feel, and spare no detail. Even if all you do is give your pet an extra treat. Those little, good things you do might just keep someone’s world from falling apart. So, to quote the author, “Live well, now, and here.”
Chimpanzee contemplates nature of life, thinks “Well, shit.”
My mother is always the first to notice when I’m not writing. “February 5 was your last post,” she pointed out during lunch last week. I appreciate this. She notices.
In that vein, I want to dispense with one issue upfront: It has been suggested (not by my mother) that the occasional long gaps between my posts indicate I’m insufficiently “serious” about writing. I always despaired a little at that, because it felt unfair. At the same time, I always feared it was true.
But I’ve found that when we interrogate the assumptions behind our fears, and follow the what-if trail to its conclusion, we can find clarity. And I’ve realized it is true. There are many things I take more seriously than writing. Understanding, feeling, processing, life, and honesty are all more important to me than simply stringing words together. These things…
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