Watch Me Disappear
I've been adding to my life experience collection.
I took a break from Substack. I tiptoed away. I vanished. I became a ghost.
I completely stopped posting notes and reading newsletters for a few months before I even realized it. I avoided clicking the orange logo. Even reading the newsletters I subscribed to felt overwhelming.
Stop making so much cool stuff, y’all. I can’t keep up!
It seemed like a good time for a little life update. Why not? It’s the end of June. It’s not like I’m busy. I’m just getting ready to move, working extra hours, managing two kids’ summer camp schedules, reading for Black Fox Literary, practicing karate, beta reading my friends’ latest book, being an active participant in my critique group, gardening, and working on my literary science fiction novel. Did I mention that we’re moving?
I’m sitting at the edge of my chair, with bad posture, after putting some laundry in the dryer, picking fresh basil for my husband, and hastily moving legos off the kitchen table so there’s room for dinner. I’m glad that, as a collective, we’re more accepting of people having many talents and interests these days, but it doesn’t make it easy to balance.
One of my interests is interior design. I mostly engage in it by building rooms and houses in The Sims. But now that we’re moving to a new house, I’ve found myself inspired. We know we want to paint the kitchen, and so I spent a few hours in Behr’s color visualizer making palettes. I made 25 of them, and showed them to my husband. He liked about 2/3 of my designs, so that really narrowed it down.
I’m also thinking about what I want to put on our new (and slightly larger) front porch. (Something to go with this welcome mat, probably.)
Recently, I’ve embraced the title of “multipotentialite” and I’ve stopped trying to limit myself. Hobbies wax and wane. Each time I come back to something I let go of for a while I might be a little rusty at the skill itself, but I bring more experience.
I like experience.