Atrophy

... enjoy this coming out of rut rant

Crazy how going back to the things you adored as a child is what makes you feel most alive.

Before you filled your time, your head, your heart with the things that are supposed to matter more.

Before the heaviness set in.

Me personally? I was a reader. Huge on reading.

A bunch of other things too, we’ll get into that later

I used to punch through a Harry Potter book in two, two and a half days. The smaller ones, like Order of the Phoenix, would take a day, maybe a day and a half if the homework was a lot lol.

These days? I try to do Book of the Month (keyword: try).

But once in a while, I pick up a book I can’t put down. One I relish.

And in those moments, it’s not a chore. It’s a return. To the thing I love. Completely. Wholeheartedly.

I also think our education system ruined reading for a lot of us. Somewhere along the way, it stopped being about curiosity and started being about how much you can cram.

My dad always says, “To know is to remember.”

And I agree (if y’all tell him I said that, I will deny it with my whole chest. It’s not cool, like?)

 I’ll try again when I’m thirty, also when atrophy begins for real, eat your fruits and touch some grass boys and girls

But think back; to things you had genuine interest in. Articles, books, cereal box wrappings-if you read with intent, it probably stuck.

Now think back to chemistry. The periodic table, specifically.

Yeah. I can’t even say more.

Anyway.

The 20s are not roaring. They’re doing some other thing we 90s kids were not promised.

So when it gets too heavy-and it will-think back to your happy place.

Reading. Frolicking. Crafts. Drawing. Storytelling.

Whatever your thing was. Go there.