Reading And Writing

For the first time in my life, I'm taking a pass

Hey everyone!

It’s been a minute.

To quote Tyler Durden from “Fight Club” — you met me at a very strange time in my life.

I am a writer. A professional writer. I’ve been writing professionally since the age of 19. It was not just a job, it was my creativity, my ego, my identity.

But now….meh.

I just haven’t felt inspired to share my story, or, frankly, anyone else’s.

I’ve hit the pause button.

I’m also a voracious reader and always have been. My parents used to have to limit me to seven Dr. Seuss books a night. Seven. When I was five years old.

I usually read about a book a week, and frequently have several going at the same time.

But lately…meh.

My life has become more experiential lately. Maybe more in my body, which, believe it or not, has been behaving itself pretty admirably in the past few months. No major aches or pains or diseases. No wildly fluctuating weight gains or losses.

So I like to walk. And swim. And cook. And explore little towns and shops around me. And talk to friends, both in person and by text. And meet new friends. And go on adventures. And, certainly, scroll on my phone for a couple of hours, because Hello! It’s the 21st century!

It’s difficult to explain to people that I’m not really interested in writing right now. “But you’re so good at it!” is what I’m lucky enough to hear.

But, you know, if I stuck with all the things I was good at, then where’s the growth? To me, life is about growth, and it’s not always comfy-cozy to do that. AFGO — another fucking growth opportunity — as me and my friend used to say.

But I have never been one to sit still. Here we are, in Costa Rica, and we’ve just purchased ANOTHER home.

That’s right. You heard me. We just purchased a second home (third home if you count the house in New York which contains my mother, my son, and his family) down at the beach.

It’s a fixer upper, for sure. We’ll be doing lots of work to it, as our wallets allow. Which isn’t all that fast. It’s unfurnished and unlivable, as of today.

But that home, the beach home, is where I want to hang my straw hat permanently. No more the traveling vata butterfly, me, but someone with a — gulp! — routine of sorts.

I’m really looking forward to it. And I wanted to come on here and check in, and maybe, just maybe, share some of the trials and triumphs as we start the work.

I’m hoping all of you reading this are using this time of massive change as a bellwether for your own profound journey and growth. Time for a bit of self-reflection without the distractions of reading, writing, TV watching. A time to ask ourselves: what is the path we’re on? And is it the path we want to follow?

For now, I’m taking a new and exciting path, in a brand new direction. A beautiful horizon is beckoning me.

I’ll let you know when I get there.