Hi.
It's been a minute. Let's chat about connecting to our physical selves.
Hello everyone. I am staring down the end of a batshit year just like everyone else. I don’t have a gift guide or even a list of things I recommend. I have thought about writing an essay on mushrooms, making a listicle of all the things that have comforted me more than Jesus in 2025, writing an ode to Rian Johnson’s movie Wake Up Dead Man (a Knives Out Mystery), or giving you all some reflections on the 25th anniversary of Y2K.
But every time I sit down to write, nothing comes out. I am stuck in the land of wanting to appear healthy-ish but also being honest about how at times I am pretty sad and overwhelmed by the basics of life. Nothing seems helpful to share these days, because I truly know everyone is in the midst of SO MUCH. And that includes me.
So I just thought I would ask a discussion question, something to think about this week and perhaps the next as we go into some triggering holiday times where the temptation to numb, disassociate, and disappear becomes a little bit louder.
