Life... But With Better Settings.
The world is obsessed with fresh starts. I, of course, should know. I argue that I've spent the past 14 years (possibly 18 years, really) not feeling settled or in a place that feels like I belong in it. And you should know... I'm exhausted. I've been exhausted. And this is typically where a dream of a new beginning - a new home, a new city, a new job - is what I should be prescribed. Blank slates. Reinvention narrative wrapped in the language of virtue. But how exhausting. A fresh start can imply a catastrophe. A scorched field. A need to apologize to the future for the past. And that's never what it actually is. And certainly not what I am feeling right now. Nothing has collapsed. Or failed spectacularly. Or requires redemption. What is required is calibration. There is a difference between being wrong and being lightly off. Between chaos and poor lighting. Between misalignment and collapse. Life still works. It simply needs better settings. Sometim...
