observe ten. day 2466.
reassigned edition // observe ten. day 2466. (wednesday 4.3.24) // 1. “i’m not saying any of these are the bravest thing i’ve ever done. i’m just saying that sometimes i wish i had a running list in a composition book where i could see the bigger picture rather than taste a microsecond of a moment here and again.” // 2. that’s the thing about nirvana-level presence, i guess. all that being present etches memories into your heart and there’s no erasing them. so the grief that wakes me up in the middle of the night feels too big for decades and haunts me even when i am awake until one day, i read a comment from MLO, and it all—mostly truly wow sort of—makes sense. she said, “Reassigned.” and in that moment i felt so many things that haven’t made sense suddenly make sense. like a fairy godmother, MLO showed up with some sort of wand (obvioiusly a paintbrush) and just waved off the bullshit and suffering. and not just true death reassignments, but the trickier (maybe) transitions, too. reassigned. just like that, a mantra, a reminder, a paradigm shift. // 3. lack of transparency. purposeful lack of transparency. oof. // 4. snow boots on the trek to school on april 3. // 5. playlists from 2018 in the kitchen. time travel. oof. // 6. needing to carve out some lazy summer days asap. ready the flamingo floatie. it’s time. (someone tell the snow to melt!) // 7. i am so behind on playlists for substack. somehow i spaced that promise. // 8. my people devour books and i am jealous of all the time they have to read. can i carve out even 25% as much time for reading? i want that for myself. // 9. charlie took the old menu planning sheet down today and asked me if we’re still using it. the kid clearly knew the answer before he asked it, but i give him credit for trying to drop a hint that maybe menu planning would make life better/easier/more delicious. // 10. speaking of the lack of menu planning and emergency dinner preparation as of late, maybe tomorrow i should make a list of all the things that are falling through the cracks. not in a self-shame kind of way, more like in a let-me-grab-a-butterfly-net-and-try-to-catch-some-of-this-stuff sort of way. // #memory #magic #writing #ordinarymagic #dailylife #observeten #list #memories #reallife #ordinarylife #poemnotes #dailypractice #beherenow #weareinthistogether #storytelling #weareourstories #thesacredordinary #thepresentmoment #memoriesrealandimagined #swimminginallthefeels #beloveds #iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou #whatmattersmost #keepshowingup #trusttheprocess #lostbitsofdialogue #tbr #bookpiles #pilesonpiles