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I have not achieved the level of enlightenment in which I find timelines romantic. Even worse, I think that makes me the enlightened one. Aren’t enlightened beings supposed to find everything and nothing romantic? (Hi, Schrödinger! Biggest fan wave)
Before meeting with the newly appointed amicus attorney for Walter, I have to put together a timeline of the case. But I am a ROMANTIC. (Did you hear me scream? It was visceral...and not romantical in tone.) I assume I’m supposed to be a reductionist about it...essential details that would be important to have a quick reference to (1)for keeping on track as the stories come in and (2) for forming sensible questions for parties.
It’s boggy...I am slogging through the messages, the emotions, the bits of filth. The judgements, and self-recrimination that attach parasitically to dates and decrees, and the million decisions that we make along the way. Pulling out what feels most important and plopping it in my excel. I feel disgusted. Are any of these bits important? Yeah, they are.
Do you feel that way, sometimes, about the icky bits? That only the things that feel good can be important? That they’re the most important? Maybe it feels like a waste to have those tough moments when you just want to feel good. Sweet moments feel high-value and arguments a waste. I think this too...but I am learning how important it is to honor those icky bits on my timeline with as much reverence as the romance. It’s transformative to honor how you feel about a bit of your experience...no matter which bit it is. At least, I think it will be. Stay tuned, romantics and nerds alike.
