facing it
The last time I sat down with any seriousness to write a blog post was in October. Now it’s January. I thought about writing constantly while I worked or cleaned or drove and even felt bursts of motivation many times since then but still, somehow, nearly 85 days passed before I really made the push to let a stream of consciousness take me somewhere. There’s something gut wrenchingly unnerving about that. I could write it off as the end of year craziness, holiday rushing around, or another thing thrown off by 2020, but I think the reality is that those are all excuses I should be trying to write off using. I remember being a kid and romanticizing the idea of things being hazy. Every character I wrote up for every Harry Potter RPG (and there were dozens) I would describe the same way, “all hazy eyes and some-physically-attractive-trait-here.” (re: “all hazy eyes and messy hair” or “a mess of hazy eyes and gangly limbs”) A decade later it’s unfathomable to me to find ‘hazy’ as...