The retreat* is over. My flight back from California was delayed, so I didn’t arrive home until well after midnight. Somehow this felt right. I crept back into my life, hour by hour, mile by mile in the dark of night, returning from my encampment in the wilderness to the confines of respectable society with its dinner parties and playdates. I snuck in and planted my seeds of dissent throughout the house. I am a renegade after all.
So I’ll just start with the conclusion: I fucked up Easter. No, really. I don’t mean I forgot to buy candy for the Easter baskets or that I burned the ham. No, folks. I mean I fucked up. As in I went to Easter mass, stood in the aisle in the middle of a jam-packed church and […]
Maybe it’s because the New Year’s holiday and my birthday fall in the same week forcing me into much more self-evaluation than I am equipped to handle, but I have been thinking a lot about the oh-so-popular “I am enough” movement. At the start of 2015 the phrase has become the rallying cry of the anti-new year’s resolutions crowd: “you are enough. You don’t need to change. You are perfect just as you are.” Except that sometimes you aren’t perfect just as you are. Sometimes you suck. Sorry but it’s true.