10/14/2026
The feelings of dread and avoidance. Resenting the scroll-sucking (maybe you see what I did there) nature of it all. Wanting to go back to the days when if you were excited or sad you’d just pick up the damn phone. And actually TALK TO SOMEONE.
We are disconnected. I - in italics - am disconnected.
I don’t like it, but it’s happened.
How we/I got here?
I know how it happened for me.
It’s all too much. Everything that wants a piece of us. All the devices. All the platforms. All the ways someone can reach you.
I sound like a female version of Archie Bunker. And if you know who he was, then maybe you get it.
This is not an apology or a justification. It’s just an observation. I’m over it.
The sunnier parts of me are available offline these days. I will only post when truly truly inspired. Not when I’m tearing my hair out going “what should I share, how will this land, how do I stay me without looking like I’m trying to hard.”
Onward.