Dear Savvy Sister –
You are so smart. I have noticed with envy how you dispense wise advice like soft serve ice cream from a spout. And it’s never run-of-the-mill vanilla advice either. No, you always twist it with chocolate and wrap the whole thing in a delicious handmade waffle cone to make it palatable. Certainly the world would be a better place if you were queen of it – or a Dear Leader, or some other more equitable socialist-like title.
But listen here. You are a little bit of a fraud, and I make this accusation with authority. I am your alter ego. You can call me the Saggy Sister, and not just because the properties of gravity have pulled a few bodily characteristics downward. So what about that, anyway? Who decided it’s less sexy for untethered boobs to hit mid-belly? I think it makes them look bigger. Not that it matters.
No, I’m the Saggy Sister because of my sagging state of mind. You have not taken care of me, and now I’m going to get your attention the only way I know how – by crying a lot and asking your advice.
Sister, my spirit sits quite dispirited in an abyss of my own making. I am not writing. I am not hiking. I am not gardening. I am not cooking. My enormous cache of creativity is overflowing, but is seeping out in tiny imperceptible irrelevant bursts. In other words, I’m wasting it. Instead of working on my next book, an idea for which I actually have, I spend countless chunks of time crafting the perfect Facebook reply to the latest Trump administration atrocity, or properly captioning an Instagram photo of my current foster dog, a hound mix named Amelia who is so sweet and is house-trained and loves to play and someone please adopt her soon because four dogs in one house is too many and feels like a pack.
Sister, I want to live an examined life, but one that is full and intentional. I want to spend every minute that I can outside. I want to write for hours, and I want my words to be read by one person or a thousand or a million people. I want to wake up each day with purpose, and close my eyes each night with contentment. I want to show my children it’s possible to change the trajectory of a small corner of the world with tiny gestures like smiling more and having less and watching an osprey soaring in the sky instead of watching an influencer on YouTube.
TELL ME WHAT TO DO, SISTER! Do I resume writing my blog, or try to write another book? Do I continue letting my children believe Buitoni’s All Natural Three Cheese Tortellini is a homemade meal, or do I start buying local and cooking more from scratch? Should I lather my body with CBD oil? Make my own kombucha?
For the love of Joan of Arc, who knew exactly what she needed to do and did it, even though she later burned at the stake for it, please stop interfering in everyone else’s life and focus a little on us before we get too old for it to matter. (Reminder: we turn 56 five days before Christmas.)
The Saggy Sister
TUNE IN TOMORROW FOR SAVVY SISTER’S SAVVY REPLY