Lately I’ve missed playing, the kind of silly pointless playing we used to do as kids. One way this manifested was by longing for a rubik’s cube—a toy I don’t think I ever owned. My brother had one, I didn't. Until now. I don’t care about solving it, and have little faith in myself that I have the ability or the patience. I just missed switching and swiping the squares and watching the colors line up sometimes and feeling like “aha I’ve got this!” when I really don’t got it. Plus I think it’s a great metaphor for life. It’s chaotic, some people will solve it only when they do there’s nowhere left to go but to start again. And learning to be ok with the chaotic journey is a big part of it. Sure sounds like life to me. Plus the sound the cubes make when you twist them is fun.
So glad to have you back. I think I am not alone in saying that we all missed your voice. I am glad you are safe and settled (somewhat) and so overjoyed that you are sharing your writings again. Very much looking foward to your book and more posts like these. Welcome back, Shannon!
So glad to have you back. I think I am not alone in saying that we all missed your voice. I am glad you are safe and settled (somewhat) and so overjoyed that you are sharing your writings again. Very much looking foward to your book and more posts like these. Welcome back, Shannon!
Nice to have you back. I've really missed your writing. "Mars is a hellhole" is something i return to frequently and often share with friends 🙂
So happy to hear from you again. I wish you were away for better reasons. Wishing you the best always.