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Seeing how helpful Write Together (WT) was for my mind/life/spirit: I am starting over here. I had conflicting feelings about writing again on Livejournal, but the ghost town vibes were not it. There was some promise of life when I saw old friends still updating, but here, there’s anonymity, which I enjoyed on the WT website.

I don’t know if there are any features to this thing, but what I liked about Write Together was it had a slightly gamified feel so you felt some gratification when you managed a diligent writing streak. I suppose, I can tally the streak myself.

I am in the middle of a life excavation. I have a bomb shelter turned closet/storage space full of stuff that I have been meaning to reduce. Instead of dedicating weekends to sorting through what I’ve accumulated and minimizing as I had hoped and initially planned, my weekends in 2024 were spent either sleeping or fulfilling social obligations that allowed me to forget that most of my days were spent in the whirlwind of blurry corporate shadows.

I have finally quit that job (2 more weeks to go), but I have nothing to show for it. Nothing but exhaustion. Nothing liquid either. I wrote that last sentence so confidently as if I am the type of person who would care about money in the way that someone who would sincerely use the term “liquid” to refer to money does. But, I don’t. I care for money the way I care for air. I know I need it to live, but it’s there and there’s plenty of it to go around, but we do not all have the same bodies/access or opportunities for it.

Okay, off I go. I need to get ready for an art exhibition opening—only a tiny part of who I am being in the world.

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