My NOW (March 2020) looks like this:
I’m barreling down on another birthday, which means time to reflect on what it means to be a human person with passions and an unknown amount of time to spend in joyful pursuit.
A year ago I thought I had EVERYTHING: burgeoning love, trail running success, a home I adored, a decent bank account, family, friends, and growth. Now, with another lap around the sun, what do I have while staring down the barrel of a global depression and the potential sickness/death of myself and loved ones from COVID-19?
THE SAME. I have the same, only with more urgency. I have a steady misfit love and friends who I consider my tribe. I just can’t literally touch them, for an unknown while. But I can touch with my words and my heart and my actions, and be touched constantly by beauty in details, awe in overwhelm, and the energy of optimism.
“When one does not love too much, one does not love enough.” – Blaise Pascal
- Still writing halfway decent poetry on my “shadow” Instagram account, complete with a 100 day out-loud challenge.
- Curating writing clients to keep my mind buzzing and my bank accounts moving in the correct direction. Ping me to experience my juicy writing chops.
- Current books… always a lot of poetry: Charles Bukowski, David Whyte, Ada Limon. But also personal growth, “outside” and “inside”: Terrence McKenna gets my shelf space.
This page inspired by NowNowNow. Last update March 2020.