It's time to be human

Musings + love notes for an increasingly unnatural world.
Is midlife a time of death, decline and diagnosis? Have we slipped past high noon and now cast long shadows on what once was?
It’s the juicy peak of summer, when peaches, plums and all their cousins arrive. Flowers are blooming, the sun is shining, and the threat of back-to-school is close enough that anyone who ever attended school feels motivated to get in one last squeeze. Do you feel it too?
A college transcript from a non-traditional school is a time-capsule, revealing familiar patterns in my life.
Introducing Wonderings – some things I’m wondering about as I wander through this life.
If I were a caterpillar, maybe this wouldn’t be so hard, rearranging myself. You arrive at that midpoint when the outside has influenced, pushed, molded you in ways you didn’t plan and decide, “Enough, it’s time.”
“An object in motion, stays in motion,” is how Newton’s first law begins. Shortly after being liberated from my career, on my first meeting-free day, I felt like Pinocchio at that moment when his strings are cut. “I’m a boy, a real boy!” …

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