So grateful to have read this today, for your sharing the beautiful life of your grandfather. It's a fascinating way to think--if we would still be doing the same thing at 94. I had to leave a job that I thought had been my dream, in museum curation, right before the pandemic, due to an incredibly toxic work environment that was affectin…
So grateful to have read this today, for your sharing the beautiful life of your grandfather. It's a fascinating way to think--if we would still be doing the same thing at 94. I had to leave a job that I thought had been my dream, in museum curation, right before the pandemic, due to an incredibly toxic work environment that was affecting my physical and mental health in ways I never realized until I could get space away from it. And the first thing I did was write--I had gone back to get an MFA in poetry when my son was young and I was working in a job that I had chosen--archaeology--but that was slowly extinguishing any fire I originally had. But writing was always something for another time, which was squeezed out of my life. I haven't stopped writing since and I know in my bones I will still be doing that at 94. I only hope I can find a way to sustain myself financially so that I can continue to write, fight the patriarchy, recover the names and works of hidden women writers I often write about, and not have to return to a life of cosplay in the work world.
I love the idea of a church of quiet--I think we have been soul-longing for spaces where we can explore mystery, rather than having to live in a world that wants to ignore it, or worse, crush that interest.
Thank you for your work--it has meant so much to know that introversion is actually a power, despite a world that insists too often on noise and action. Here is to seeking ways to live life in a different key. 💜
So grateful to have read this today, for your sharing the beautiful life of your grandfather. It's a fascinating way to think--if we would still be doing the same thing at 94. I had to leave a job that I thought had been my dream, in museum curation, right before the pandemic, due to an incredibly toxic work environment that was affecting my physical and mental health in ways I never realized until I could get space away from it. And the first thing I did was write--I had gone back to get an MFA in poetry when my son was young and I was working in a job that I had chosen--archaeology--but that was slowly extinguishing any fire I originally had. But writing was always something for another time, which was squeezed out of my life. I haven't stopped writing since and I know in my bones I will still be doing that at 94. I only hope I can find a way to sustain myself financially so that I can continue to write, fight the patriarchy, recover the names and works of hidden women writers I often write about, and not have to return to a life of cosplay in the work world.
I love the idea of a church of quiet--I think we have been soul-longing for spaces where we can explore mystery, rather than having to live in a world that wants to ignore it, or worse, crush that interest.
Thank you for your work--it has meant so much to know that introversion is actually a power, despite a world that insists too often on noise and action. Here is to seeking ways to live life in a different key. 💜
Please keep writing, Freya!