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I am so ready for the long weekend. We have no plans and I’m doing my best to keep it that way. The kids are glad to be back at school/around friends and I’m glad to have space/quiet to work but we’re all exhausted from being back on the school schedule. I need several naps.

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There’s a writing project I’ve been very slowly working on for a while, and stuck on how to approach some of it, and last night the solution kinda ✨came to me✨ out of nowhere (but not really nowhere as the brain or subconscious is always working on things and then if you give it enough time and relax a little usually you get some idea or direction and isn’t that lovely) and anyway. This is a frustratingly vague description of an internal event but I’m just saying I’m grateful for it. I like how creativity flows and is not dependent on hustle but on rest.

Just turned on the debate and I already regret it.

The air is soup. Not a light broth but heavy thick soup. Almost a stew really. I didn’t feel like I was running this morning, more like swimming through some sort of warm porridge.

You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.

Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird

What could be a grim reality has instead pumped his life full of vigor. Has made him live big and good. I have strived my whole life to follow in his nihilistic, clown-shoed footsteps. To stare our pointlessness in the face, and waddle along toward happiness because of it.

I liked the depiction of nihilism as a useful philosophical path to a kind of simple, in the moment happiness. Didn’t like it enough to read the whole book.

DNF: Why Fish Don’t Exist: A Story of Loss, Love, and the Hidden Order of Life by Lulu Miller 📚