Opening up a blog after years is a peculiar ride. Dozens of half-finished thoughts are moored in my Drafts – fiery flares of inspiration that have since faded to coals.
My draft post On jury duty was assuredly started after a particularly breathless day on the treadmill of judicial trauma, squatting to shoulder the weight of societal evils stacked on, one by countless one, day after countless day.
Drafted in April 2020, Movement is a fantastic privilege, revisited was spurred by the paralysis of the COVID-19 world and a deeper appreciation for just how much we had taken movement for granted. Reflections in the time of Corona was started the day before that, and while presumably meant to be some profound metaphor, is actually just a description of how I cluttered my parents’ home with books I’d squirreled away from the neighborhood’s Little Free Library.
Lame, duck was intended to be a reflection about leaving my job in study abroad – but who are we kidding, as I am both not lame and problematically incapable of half-assing my work at any point in my professional tenure.
in pursuit of awe
I revisited this plot of cyberland under the encouragement of my husband (I HAVE ONE OF THOSE NOW). I didn’t realize it, but he had not seen this little plot until after we got married, and was wildly fascinated at what I had planted here. At the same time, I had been grappling with a creeping suspicion that I was turning into a utilitarian bot bent on maximizing my efficiency in both work and in life. And while some things are meant to be efficient – for example, Honda Civics and Chick-fil-a drive thru lines – human beings are not. At least, not wholly.
Last year was tricked out out with milestones. I got a new job. Z and I got married. We dipped our toes in Southest Asia for the first time for our honeymoon in Vietnam. 2023 buoyed us with awe for this surprising world we live in: its indescribable beauties, its marvelous complexities, and its resilient kindnesses. It reminded us that in our world of awe, utility plays but a supporting role; it’s a means to a wide-eyed end.
So it’s time to become more intentional about tapping into everyday awe, and creativity, I feel, is one way to do so. Creativity is a human way of puzzling through sensations that don’t quite compute in a world of efficiency. So that’s why I’m plodding back here this year, to my creative cyberplot, striving to carve out time to be creative, in hopes that it will allow me to feel a similar sense of awe. But that’s not all.
where awe will take us in 2024
Last month, taking advantage of our remote jobs and shallow roots, my husband and I said goodbye to our squirrel-infested apartment and are roaming North America for the bulk of the year. Though intimidating practicalities lurk in the years ahead, for now we’re embracing the chapter that’s upon us. Throughout 2024, we’ll be posting up in:
- Mexico City + Oaxaca
- South Carolina
- New Mexico
- Southern Utah
- Montana
- Idaho
- Washington
- Michigan’s Upper Peninsula
- Vermont
Y’all. I can’t wait. Here’s to a year of awe ahead – may it be one of very many!