Resolutions

My New Year’s resolution was to give up saying “God Dammit” and “Jesus Christ”. I’ve made it until basically fall, with a few slip ups here and there (3am demands for a cup of water… God Dammit, indeed).

It felt about as bad to say as it did good.
Which, is kind of how I feel about Instagram.
Sharing pictures of our life or us hanging at the beach yet-again with nary a mention of daily stressors, sometimes feels about as good as it does bad.

Conversations you have in person don’t really translate as well to the tiny squares. Worries about kids, sex, marital disputes, confessions. Those are real, but this platform is starting to feel like an overstimulating self-help guide. Not to mention, it seems like you can get cancelled now just for taking too long to blink.

This does give me hope for books though. The soft manila colored pages, contrasted with black font, lit by a bedside lamp is the perfect medium for real stories to be told.

I want to share more writing. Fear, you’re not the boss of me!- and all that. But then, ugh. You can be. I try to remind myself of something Cheryl Strayed wrote: “To fail at erasing yourself is no failure at all.” Come as you are. Leave what you want behind. Be as comfortable as you can being uncomfortable. Even the worst mistakes are just a blip on the Richter scale of life. Onward (God Dammit).