Perspective
We read books all day, you never seem to tire of the same stories. We laugh and play, you chase me in the yard. I teach you to crinkle dry leaves, You learn how to pop bubbles. You don’t fear the sound of planes flying overhead. You eat until your belly is full. You scrape…
Smile lines announce my freedom
Today I caught sight of you for the first time creeping away from the sides of my eyes. I expected a different reaction — fear, panic, upset. After all, you represent my loss of value in society, my status as an aging woman. I should want to stamp you out, buy a cream or three…
Putting yourself first is not selfish, and I’m ready to die on this hill
Most of us need a crash course in what it really means to be selfish. During the peak of the pandemic, while we were locked at home alone for days or weeks on end, I found new freedom. The more time I spent stuck inside, the more layers I shed and the more myself I…
Healing Your Perfect Wound
A few weeks ago I wrote about how destructive perfectionism is, and how much creativity and joy it’s taken from all of us. It received a few non-friend and family views, plus more claps than I expected. I was thrilled that a handful of people had liked what I wrote! I wanted so badly to build…
Perfection is the Death of Creation
I’m a perfectionist. I used to be really proud of it, too, back when I thought perfect was a healthy, reasonable goal. It isn’t though, really, when we consider how much more time and energy we have to expend on creating perfection. The need for what I create to be perfect always eats away at…
A Brief History of Sickness
I was a different person the last time I shared my life online. I was young, in my early twenties, writing about how caring for your mental health was so important, and that the best way to action that care was with weight loss. At the time I had no idea that this need to…
Tatum Savage 