Space and silence

I keep wanting to write apologies and explanations about my absence from the internet.

But I'm not really sorry.

I'm recalibrating. It has been a weird few months, with deaths near and far, moving, leaving my job, finding my sense of boundaries, dealing heavily with the questions now what? and so what?

The last few years of working within professional feminism have sent me reeling. But I think I'm figuring it out now and getting back some command over my life. I haven't had paid work for the past five weeks and it has been pretty great to have the space to remember who I am. I am ready to dig back in, now, with some part time work at IWHC (so the blog will be bouncing back) and some other projects as well.

I made a commitment to myself six weeks ago that this summer I would focus on writing, reading, running, and cooking - one or more everyday. Today I did all four, and it was amazing.

I still love the internet, but over the last while I've been realizing how much the staccato pulse of it fucks with my thinking and waves of productivity. It's been really lovely to write offline, write longer and deeper, explore more instead of wrapping things up into a tiny blog post. So even if it seems like I'm being silent here, I am being loud at my keyboard.