Friends

A bug was in the shower. A tiny winged thing. "This isn't safe," I warned them. "Please fly away from here." Luckily they did, but not far enough. Just to the other end of the shower. "No,  no," I clarified. "Out of here altogether." They flew behind the curtain, but after I rinsed my hair, I saw a black dot in the drain.

I used my lotion bar with my foot propped on the tub's edge. An itty bitty spider watched from the wall. I greeted her, it's nice and warm in here for winter, hm?

The hamster wakes and sniffs, loudly. She gets a sunflower seed. The shrimp walk across rocks. One stands still as the shadow from my head shades the tank. I look into the little friend's eyes. I think they look back, but they will never understand. And neither will I.

Saying Less

My resolution is to Say Less. It's been a resolution for the past two years, but this time I need to make it my singular focus. It can't be this simple, but lately it feels like every unpleasant experience I ever have is due to Saying Too Much. Then again, maybe I've had more good than bad come from Saying Too Much.

I'm reminded of teaching an improv class in 2013. One student was such a dork--but such a funny dork! For mid-terms I gave each student a challenge for their scene. The boy with the slow charm had to rush, the girl with all the questions had to make all the choices, and the dork had to play someone confident. He really couldn't do it, but that was funny too! After the exercise he slumped to his seat. "I get it! I have to stop being a dork!" No, no, no I clarified. You'll never not be you, but you can push the boundaries of what you is.

Being authentic and trying to say what I mean has been really important to me since I don't know when. Honesty is sacred, emoting is power, I MUST BE ME! My enneagram four wing never more ruthless than Sunday when I spent at least an hour fretting about what my phone lockscreen would be for the new year.

But a new take on authenticity has finally occurred to me. Maybe my full-throated beliefs are a privilege. The worst briar of the recent past, a person in my life trying to make me feel small. I spent dozens if not hundreds of hours considering how to express the deep and inappropriate discomfort this person has inflicted on me. But no draft was ever right because I don't think there is a draft that this person would fully accept. In the meantime, I wasted so much of my authentic energy on that stupid venture! I could have been writing play that ends capitalism or something!

I used to think saying something, even if no one agrees, at least let the fledgling truth exist somewhere, somehow. And I still think that. But alternatively, I could look for safer nests.

Last winter, I battled a conglomerate who wouldn't pay me on time. I hated how they made me beg for what was mine. My friend Mur suggested I stop explaining myself. You don't have to bare your soul because they're wrong.