Morning Pages

Anything you love can seem chore-like if it’s required.?I enjoy writing so much. I hold it in the same esteem as consuming a large cup of mint chocolate chip ice cream with jimmies or catching up with a good friend over coffee.?But when demanded, sometimes words seem to drip like the faucet in my Lower East Side tenement. Heavy drops that won’t play nicely with sentences. I seem to choke them out with brute mental force and struggle at the behest of an invisible monitor or a longhand version of ‘red light, green light’ that has me frozen at a distance from any free thoughts.?

Mondays are made for new beginnings, and at the suggestion of my coaches at Christmas Lake Creative and George Tannenbaum and Nike – two notable brands, I’m going to stick pretend glue to my chair and do it.?

What a weekend.?The coaster at Coney Island would have been a more effective way to manage the extreme ups and downs that seemed to sweep us to crazy heights without warning.?By Sunday, I was toast, sitting at our small-town coffee shop.?With a perfect coastal forecast, nobody could have predicted the storm surge.?The low-pressure system of a weekend wide open and the high pressure of big life moments just ahead, the tumult of tedium and struggle to make the most of minutes with angry tenants (teenagers), and some special marital sauce produced a tempest on these sunniest days. ?The khaki tan that is identifiably Connecticut - and the perfect latte, keep things light.?Yet there I sat, with my brain swirling like cinnamon butter, observing specimens.?Were other humans walking about with so much extra weight between their ears??If only I could remove my head and set it on a side plate.?

The estate sale was probably not the best choice for my existential state of mind.?Poring through once priceless items that had been reduced to petty cash seemed to blatantly warn the passage of time and the emotional inflation that comes with selling off someone’s life.?The short-term remedy was retail therapy and six Tiffany dinner plates, three Barney’s cashmere sweaters, a Piazza Sempione blazer that will require a suitable profession, and the godfather of power washers for my better and much happier half.?The best buy was the next to new Frontgate outdoor patio set with powder blue umbrella.?Because I knew that would ensure good times outside and a place for new friends to sit – when we make them.?

Still unpacking from a move just under two years ago and the state of social affairs being what they are, I’ve made deepish connections in the unlikeliest places.?If you’re taking a moment to read this (and thank you, BTW), you are likely one of my people.?I begin the week with a hopeful outlook and some new old items that will give life to someone else’s legacy while becoming part of ours.

I'm ready for work with nimble fingers and the word tap flowing.??