Wednesday, March 28, 2012

37 Days Later

You may not know this about me, but I am a Professional pain in the ass sarcasm specialist Organizer.  I counsel people about inhabiting their homes authentically. I help people go through their stuff to take stock of what they already have, before going out to acquire more things.  I encourage people to sort forgotten boxes and peek into seldom used drawers.  We look in unopened closets and unpack old baggage.  I ask them to truly see what is on their shelves and their walls instead of just living next to it and not paying attention. 

That's what I've been doing for 37 days.  That's why you haven't heard from me.  I needed to see what stuff I had in here, rattling around in my own space head.  I looked in hidden spots.  I paid attention to what was already there.  I unpacked some baggage.  And spent some time deciding what to do with all of it.   I found all this stuff in my head. Some of it went directly to the manuscript draft.  That book that may someday turn into something other than a giant Word document. 

And some of it’s going here.  I’ll probably trot it out in bits and pieces.  But first…

I'm really proud of what's going on over at A WordBetween Us.  There's so much there that's growing.  I had no idea what those seeds were going to grow into when I planted them.  It's kind of amazing.  Scary as hell actually.  If you're reading it, you should know you are bearing witness to a developing intimacy that most people don't get to see.  We're doing it in public.  And we've invited you to watch.  So amazing.

And second…

A few months ago I wrote an essay and posted it anonymously on another website because I was too chicken to put my name on it.  Well…I have decided that’s lame.  If I think it, I should own it.  And own the consequences…sigh.  So you can now read it here.

I apologize for my long absence.  I had some work to do.