Sharing something new
Personal post this week
Good morning, philosophers.
There’s an essay I’ve been writing for a year. I’ve realized that virtually every other essay has been a way of approaching it without quite getting there.
It’s called “I Don’t Want to Kill Anyone.”
It starts on a bus at West Point, NY. It ends in a new city halfway around the world building a life I once thought impossible.
In between: a philosophy class, a movie theater restroom, two lawyers, and a phrase a therapist gave me — reunion grief — for the particular ache of meeting yourself for the first time and realizing what you’d been missing.
It’s the longest thing I’ve published. It’s the most exposed I’ve been on the page.
Tomorrow.
Be well.
Tomorrow!!! What a tease, for sure. I’ll be anxiously waiting.