4 hours ago
To say that my lifestyle has changed since I moved to Chicago would be the understatement of the century. This is my @passionplanner this week. Swipe to see some typical layouts from March of this year. These days, I hop online to work when I need to, I walk a dog or two when I can, I go, see, eat what I want. Dr. Tallbae’s schedule means he’s home late and in bed early. I’m not sure how I feel about this sudden shift. It certainly has me thinking about how busyness is self-inflicted, but it also makes me think of how we assign meaning to time and routine. It still somehow feels like a vacation, a temporary state of affairs. But this is my life now. And I have no doubt that my calendar will fill up, that I will soon be a nightmare to peg down. But also I hope maybe not? There’s an expansiveness to wide open spaces. Sure, I still get shit done. But it almost feels like deviance, for me to leave a blank spread of days in my habitually color-codes, microsegmented life.
I do, however, miss having the succinct record of where my time has gone. I feel free, but also untethered, awash in the passage of time.
All that to say, if you’re in Chicago and wanna hang out, HMU. I’ll try my best to pencil you in. at Chicago, Illinois