I’m currently in an emotional battle royale with this bottle of lotion. It doesn’t care; it’s a bottle of lotion! But all sorts of anxieties are revealed every time I look at it. Let me rewind… Over the past 30 years Andy and I have moved 13 times and we have an impending 14th move this spring. A move that is going to force us to downsize even more than we did when we moved to D.C. Don’t get me wrong, this is not a punishment. It’s a consequence to fulfilling a dream and long-time goal, moving to New York City. If you know nothing else about living in NYC, you probably know that unless you’re Taylor Swift in her
Before you try to publish that story, read The Awakening by Kate Chopin (I used to give tours of her house in Louisiana), first published in 1899. The main character misplaced the thread of her life, and in turn, lost who she was, buried so much in the flotsam and jetsam of her existence. In the final scene, she takes off everything and walks into the ocean finally finding release as she sinks into the ocean.
Right on, Loey. But I disagree with Carlan. Everybody’s shit is shit. Even if it’s valuable.
Before you try to publish that story, read The Awakening by Kate Chopin (I used to give tours of her house in Louisiana), first published in 1899. The main character misplaced the thread of her life, and in turn, lost who she was, buried so much in the flotsam and jetsam of her existence. In the final scene, she takes off everything and walks into the ocean finally finding release as she sinks into the ocean.