I’m The Worst

Seriously. Trying to be committed to this getting this site up and going consistently is like starting a new health and fitness routine and then all the ice cream in the world is in front of you–I’m having a hard time, you guys.

By trying to prioritize TheSoleSearch has taken a backseat. To what?! You ask?:

-Binging on political articles
-Personal writing
-Work
-Sleep
-Watching as much Shameless as humanly possible
-Drinking with my neighbor and watching the Daily Show
-Trying to find sunshine in gloomy gloomy Chicago

So you see, really important things. I’m not going to post this as a re-commitment to posting every week (I’ll TRY, I promise), but I am posting this to remind you that I’m still here, that if you email me I WILL respond (I promise THIS).

How about a Wednesday nugget of wellness advice?:

Remember to disconnect. Remember that you do in fact have two hands (not one hand and another that has a phone attached to it) I would suggest not taking your phone when you run across the street to get a coffee. Turn the phone upside down when you’re having a conversation with someone. Go to the gym, or yoga, or whatever–sans device. Just try it. I, too, will be making a more conscious effort to dis-harbor myself from my i-phone.

You Yell In Your Head A Lot

That day at work, the one that is so mind numbingly boring where you can’t even remember what you talk about. You sit and stare, you cross and un-cross your legs to keep your ankles from going numb. That day where you know you’re not going to want to go home right away so you make plans with an old friend, you find a new bar and you plant your ass on a stool for a few beers and talk.

You talk and the shit that comes out of your mouth sometimes makes you realize that, in this moment, your voice is unrecognizable. You’re half way through your first 8% beer and you realize the bar now looks blurry, only because you’re looking through saltwater and your friend pats your right shoulder.

Looking down, your left knee is supported by the bar while your right ankle crosses over it, you look over and your bearded friend, a friend from years ago, that is only ten years younger that your father, and his legs are crossed the same way.

For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve been like a strong, proud, black woman. He says, lifting his hand off your shoulder, complimenting you. He begins to share his stories about his relationship, because you decide to get another beer and change the subject to him. You want to stop looking through saltwater and getting the focus off you will help that.

The bar fills up as you realize the coffee stout you ordered is actually good. After years of loving coffee and loving beer and hating the two combined, this brewery does it–it goes down easy, lights you up with a buzz and mellows you out with a different buzz. The conversation continues onto beers, breweries, brewers and bars.

He compartmentalizes your life by drawing circles and squares on the bar top with his fingers, connecting them with imaginary lines and arrows, showing how they all really are connected–see, if things are good here, they have the potential to be better HERE, he taps hard on the upper right circle,

Meanwhile, you use your thumbnail to pick the coaster and to avoid eye contact, you’ve been refused coaster use in bars you regulared at in the past but the tender doesn’t notice you tonight. You blink back, close your eyes a moment and return to making scraps that he’ll later have to clean up and throw away–you’ve worked at bars and know how annoying it is to clean up other peoples messes.

The four compartments are all different, yet work together, if you create balance, you equal a happy, healthy life. Who can juggle balance? Where does this come from? WHERE, HOW?! You yell in your head, you yell in your head a lot.

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