Hi, I’m Carie. I write daily posts about navigating these times.
“Try hard”
I got my hair cut today and walked out of the salon into golden hour so here’s my “try hard” selfie of my aging over 45 self.
A question you can ask yourself, in these most unprecedented times
I’ve been up since 5. Thanks, anxiety. I’m exhausted now so pulled this one from the notes app. My body needs to stretch and it needs to sleep so g’night sleep tight bed bugs bite. 💤
Spring cleaning
“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.”
— Alan Watts
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A rant on women’s health
This clipping found amongst my grandma’s archives shows that I’ve been a health writer since in 1990s. This hard hitting piece about high school health classes was published around 1993 — which is also the year women started being included with some regularity in clinical trials.
Strange seasons
I’ve gotten in the habit of writing my blogs at night, after writing all day long. Maybe if I went back to writing in the morning, I’d have more brilliant things to offer than whatever this post is.
The joy of nothing special
I remember being in my early 20s and walking an octogenarian to her car. She moved so slowly. I tried to be patient. But I was annoyed, in a hurry, ready to move on with my day. And just steps before we made it to her car, she looked up and noticed a tree. I was frustrated. But I listened to her marvel, and I also looked up. For the first time that I remember, I slowed down enough to notice something beautiful during an ordinary day.
Double prints
Back in the day, we took rolls of film to Walgreens having only a vague idea of what the roll of film held. And we’d double down, literally, and pay a little extra to get double prints.
It was a gamble. These ones were definitely worth it!
I write for humans not robots
Key points:
Make your art
Share your art
Love your art
Be human
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The inevitable
Today I spotted people watering their trees and turning on sprinklers. I’m usually thrilled by such sights but the too mild winter is concerning.
The flowers are blooming, but the grass remains the exact same color as the little dog.