I’m back! I’m going to stop broadcasting to you when I’ll be here in your inbox next—that sort of accountability works for some people, and I do want it to work for me as time goes on. But I’m not there right now, and that’s okay. I suspect that as I move towards writing when I want to, I’ll actually write more consistently: more ease, counter to so much of the productivity advice and academic acculturation, seems to mean more motion. And motion, not towards a target goal, but in the compass direction that feels right (informed by the rigor and analysis now baked into my constitution through training), is what ends up leading me towards joy. And joy brings abundance of energy and ideas—jogging in its direction, now running, now pausing to fully rest.
In which I’m just me and I trust that’s enough
In which I’m just me and I trust that’s…
In which I’m just me and I trust that’s enough
I’m back! I’m going to stop broadcasting to you when I’ll be here in your inbox next—that sort of accountability works for some people, and I do want it to work for me as time goes on. But I’m not there right now, and that’s okay. I suspect that as I move towards writing when I want to, I’ll actually write more consistently: more ease, counter to so much of the productivity advice and academic acculturation, seems to mean more motion. And motion, not towards a target goal, but in the compass direction that feels right (informed by the rigor and analysis now baked into my constitution through training), is what ends up leading me towards joy. And joy brings abundance of energy and ideas—jogging in its direction, now running, now pausing to fully rest.