I’m tired of living an uncomfortable life. Last fall I began to feel that my life was too neatly compartmentalized, to the point of feeling fragmented. It felt disingenuous, and almost false. I’d be lying if I said the 2016 presidential election didn’t have a part of it, but it’s more than that. A low-grade midlife crisis might also play a role here.
I’m here because I want to better live into my values. I want to be more intentional in practicing what I believe in, in all that I do. It turns out living in an ethically and morally holistic manner is rather a big undertaking. But that’s true to myself: I’ve never been one to bite off ladylike pieces; I always try to chew more than I can fit into my mouth, so to speak. As the old joke goes, “How does one eat an elephant? One bite at a time.” Unlike some of my previous undertakings, this seems like an elephant worth eating.
I have a day job, but I also write, some fiction and some non (such as this blog). I find that writing helps me clarify my thinking. So I’m crafting a diary to myself, to help me find consistency in this practice of morally holistic living; to remind myself to eat the elephant slowly, and chew well. You’re welcome to grab a plate and pull up to the table, or just watch if you’re already full. I’m glad for the company.