My five-pictures-in-five-days experiment has come to a close (and it wasn't quite done in five consecutive days, but whatever). I found it energizing, just as I did last year, and that in itself made it worth it. I don't know that what I produced came close to being my best writing, but keeping to the commitment, regardless of how loose a commitment it was, pushed me when I didn't want to be pushed and that's important. The exercise also got me working on a chapter of my essay collection that I am hoping to submit to some publications when it's finished. Plus here I am, writing another entry on a day when I might not have. It only takes a few times doing something to make it a habit, right?
I've also decided I'm ready for a tentative return to social media. I really missed things like pictures of babies and general fun interactions. I'm still keeping facebook off my phone indefinitely so I'm not tempted to scroll when I have better things I should be doing, but I am allowing myself to be more of a presence there. We'll see how long it lasts, my brain's tolerance for information onslaught has already gone way down.
I have these overalls that have been with me since I was 18. I'm not the same size as I was at that age by any means, but they still fit because they're baggy as hell. What can I say, I'm the proud product of grunge nation. These babies came to college with me, and I wore them a lot over the years. We've been a lot of places together, through a lot of changes. They don't get much wear anymore (they only made the cut this morning because they were the only non-PJ pants available for school dropoff ) but they are a clothing totem of mine that I'll only get rid of when I can no longer get them onto my body. Even then I might hold on for sentimental reasons, but the point is, I'm always happy when I put them on. I've changed into work-appropriate wear now, but kicking up my day with a little half-lifetime-ago energy helps me along.