the last days of detox

left me with lots of questions. What is the making of a woman? Is she what she has done? What she does? Who she thinks she is? All of this is to say that I missed drinking booze. Desperately sometimes. During the detox. Drinking is a part of so many of my social activities. As this blog implies, it's what I do when I celebrate. What I do when I lament. What I do in groups to party. What I do alone along with introspection. And while clove and sage tea and spicy beet juice are delicious, amazing even,

they are but an amusing sidebar of the narrative I care to create.

Learning new things

One of my favorite bars in Chicago sells soda water and a lime wedge for $ 1.

Awesome or rip-off?

'tis the gift to be simple

I'm going from this

to this

for the next three weeks.

Vegan, caffeine-free, booze-free, gluten-free, soy-free, sugar-free. I'm charged with slowing down, spending time mindfully paying attention to my breath, and getting a full 8 hours of sleep each night. Less time multi-tasking, more time detached from all my technologies, and moving my body without much attention to time at all. It's a kind of freedom. Pause.