who turned out the sun?
Today the sun blinded my eyes from the horizon as I drove to work. It was long gone by the time I got off work, and I drove home in darkness. This hasn't happened to me for a while—it used all the time when I worked in Chile, due to the short winter days and fairly long work hours. But a combination of DST going away and working almost eleven hours brought me right back to those good ol’ days overseas.
Getting off work only to be greeted by darkness always deflates me, in a sad quiet way. It reminds me that I've spent every single hour of daylight at work, trapped in a depressing windowless room doing things I don't particularly care for. Even if I technically have the same amount of time after work to myself, I can't play soccer or skate in the street after dark. Never mind that I might have wasted those precious hours of sunlight anyway; it’s not having the choice to fritter it away that makes me rue those hours of sunlight the most.
Recently I’ve started writing a few pieces but not had the time to flesh them out. It's hard when you work ten or eleven hour days, because even when I finally get off work I'm so drained physically, mentally, and emotionally that the last thing I want to do is sit down at a desk and wring clear sentences out of my dried raisin of a brain.
That being said, short, unpolished pieces like this might be the best way I have to keep posting consistently. What do you think? Do you like reading more personal life updates like this? Or do you prefer the more focused essays I usually write? Let me know! It’s been so nice to hear from those of you that have reached out.
As always, thank you so much for your time, attention, and continued support.
Lots of love,