My brain has become a rusty scrapyard. There’s no movement besides the occasional tumbleweed rolling through. And this is really inconvenient, because I need to find something to write about.
Every month, I’m scheduled to send one 600ish word column to my local newspaper. The subject can be literally anything under the sun: the editor only asks that it be “a reprieve from politics” (Lol).
Easy enough, right? For someone who enjoys writing as much as I do, it should be a piece of cake. Well … it’s not.
Today did not live up to my hopes and dreams.
Sung and I went on an excursion to the county seat. This was a new area for him, and I hadn’t been there in years. So we decided to take advantage of the gorgeous spring weather and do some exploring with Lotus.
I couldn’t wait to show Sung my favorite hike in the county. Waterfalls and panoramic views, plus the promise (this week only) of a stunning wildflower display. But the first item on our agenda: visiting the Hall of Records. We walked into the impressive new building hand-in-hand and waited in line, six feet apart from everyone else.
If you saw me with my dog Lotus today, you would never guess that I used to be terrified of dogs.
Actually, terrified is an understatement. Ever since I can remember, I had a deep phobia of pretty much all animals. Cats freaked me out and rodents made me squirm. Birds and reptiles … forget it. Fish were the least offensive, but I still shied away at the thought of touching one.
Last night me and Sung had a little quarrel. The topic was the most stereotypical, timeworn area of domestic contention: dirty dishes in the sink.
How are there so many?
Why have they been sitting there for so long?
Why is there a funnel at the bottom of the pile?
What’s your opinion of astrology? Do you feel strongly about it one way or another?
Growing up, I knew nothing about astrology. I didn’t even know my own sun sign, let alone the intricacies of star chart interpretation. That changed when I went to college and was exposed to many new theories about the universe.
I hate screentime notifications. I can’t stand the little purple hourglass icon which announces the official number of minutes and hours I’ve spent staring into my phone or laptop.
Don’t get me wrong, I feel lucky to have technology. I’m happy I can research stuff on the internet and keep in touch with friends and family. But those aren’t the activities that make up the bulk of my screentime.
What fills my digital hourglass is The Endless Scroll. Sound familiar?
As I figure out what I’m doing with my life this year, I’m feeling nostalgic about my first job. I worked for the Department of Parks and Recreation, at one of the youth camps they host at the 20th Street tennis courts. I started helping out at the summer camps when I was 16 years old.
Coach Raymond was my boss. He told me he hired me because I connected with the kids. I was not a good tennis player at all, although I improved a bit because sometimes he stayed late to coach me. However, I learned a lot more than tennis from him. Coach Raymond modeled a work ethic which I still carry in my heart.
Here are three things I learned during the three summers I worked for him: