I write for company, mostly. Company in the hard, strange work of figuring out how to carry our painfully vulnerable human-ness. For the last few years I felt maybe too human. Too vulnerable and scared. But after almost a decade of drifting — what a shock it has been to learn that my identity is almost completely anchored in my employment — I’m finding some stability in the confusion now.
So. It seemed like a good time to start writing out loud again, seeing as we are all so terribly confused.
Thank god for writing. Thank the heavens for friendship and love and connections and for the millions of people in the world who truly understand we have to be able to lean on each other, count on each other, see each other, for this whole humanity thing to work.
Thank you for that. More soon.