Leaving the Matrix

I swept the back deck early this morning while soaking in the sunlight that had been missing for days. The floor looked like a night sky covered in little green stars – spring leaves scattered everywhere, swiped from the trees during a Nor’easter that blew through on Thursday.

Sweeping feels like an appropriate metaphor for life right now.

I’ve been reevaluating my priorities, making space for new ones. I want more time to write and create, to play with friends, to read good books, and to tend ...