Happy Memorial Day! (Is it happy? Or are we supposed to be somber and reflective? I get mixed messages from you on this, America. I'm so confused.)
We're eating Nutella-slathered pancakes, curating school art, refusing to get dressed, and generally living la vie bohème. Regardless of what the calendar says to the contrary, summer break has arrived. This last week of school mornings is going to be challenging. I hope the teachers are cool with half-naked, chocolate-smeared beasts for pupils.
I have a confession. Today was going to be the day I was going to sign off from Notes for the summer. I had already composed the post in my head, explaining how I intend to spend the next few months digging back into family life, and being present for my kids.
Then I realized that this journal of days is one of the chief ways I dig in, and stay present. And also that I've been over-thinking all this branding and boundaries business, as pointed out to me by a friend at lunch the other day, as I was pondering aloud how to make myself over into something more consistent and coherent.
"Just be you," she said. "That's what people connect to."
"But it's so messy," I said.
"That's what we like."
So, I am going on summer break, by diving back into this space in a looser way. Expect more photos, shorter and more frequent posts, more feeling, and less thinking. There will probably be typos. Also split infinitives. And run-ons that start with "and" and "also." Lots of those. Judge me if you must.
Synchronistically, I notice my soulsister Jen Lemen (who brought a major project of her own to completion on the same day I finished my manuscript) has been called back into her own online journal, after long silence. I've been so excited to see new entries from her in my reader. Hearing her use her "inside" voice again reminds me of the creative and recreative power of these particular waters, when we are willing to enter them as our undressed selves. My friend Danny seems to have figured this out too.
So happy summer...I'll be here, just splashing around.
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