Dear Bliss,

I’m not buying it. I don’t think you’re stuck as an artist. I think you are either angry, afraid, or bored.

This is all to say that you have your heart that beats, and the sound it makes is steady and true, and then you have this maniac in your head who wants you to believe the sky is about to fall. What I want to tell you is, I am listening to you in a new way, you silly maniac, and you are finally starting to bore me.

I mean, we could do this for a year and see what happens, or we could just skip it. Which choice is more apt to conclude with some incredible outcomes? 

If your body is all jacked up because of caffeine, because of sugar, because of food allergies or sensitivities it’s really hard to focus. You’re like a camera with a blurry lens. It’s hard to even know what you really feel or think when your guts are telling you something is wrong.

I’m not sure why so many adoptive parents are writing to me now saying they have no idea what to do—their teenage kids have stopped doing homework. I don’t know what to tell them.

And now I can’t stop thinking about it.

Homework started to be a problem in sixth grade. I can remember Mr. Geary standing by my desk, confused, asking me why I hadn’t been turning in my papers.

How do you chase your dreams when you don’t have any?

Stealing from William Carlos Williams because I don’t know the deepest way to give thanks.

If I get my original birth certificate, I would finally be real. This is too much to take in at the moment. What would I do as a real person on the planet? What if my name were part of my biological family’s lineage? Of the real history of real life?

Some of my favorite memories were times when I was not being exactly good or right. Some of my favorite times were when I said Yes to what felt wild and slightly dangerous.

The movements are generally tiny. Imagine yourself lying on the floor, moving your head one inch to the right and to the left. Do you think you can do that? Then welcome to Feldenkrais, where movements help rewire your brain, your nervous system, your body, your sense of self in the world.

My friend’s cat loves to sit at the window and watch the birds in the Japanese maple. Every morning he stands on his back legs, reaches up, catches the top of the blind, and uses his weight to drag it down so he can drive himself crazy with longing.