Listlessness vs. Gratitude: round 1

The first week has dragged on.  Almost to the point where at times it’s hard to believe that the clock is even advancing at all.  I spend the days ping-ponging between feeling a frantic need to be productive and letting myself succumb to the stupor of this house arrest. Continue reading “Listlessness vs. Gratitude: round 1”

On hope and endings

Why is everyone I idolize dead? I thought as I laid quietly in bed.

I had just finished Anthony Bourdain’s A Cook’s Tour and needed a moment to let it all sink in.  The ending of a book is usually a moment of somber reflection for me.  It’s a ritual that begins by reading the last page or paragraph twice, maybe three times, before closing it silently and falling into my thoughts.  Each story is an emotional and mental investment and seeing it come to a close is like ending a relationship.  You need some time to accept its conclusion and move on. Continue reading “On hope and endings”