These Are The Days

The W Edition.

These are the days of

wars and washing dishes,

waiting rooms and wackamole medical surprises,

wonder and weariness,

watching wispy clouds during the day and Big Brother at night.

These are the days of

wedding dance floors and weeds spouting through cracked sidewalks,

words that wound and words that soothe,

watermelon juice dripping off sticky fingers and a

worship song from two decades ago returning at the right time.

These are the days of

wandering aisles at the thrift store and

walking ancient cobblestone streets,

weeknight phone calls and weekend dates,

wrestling with chronic illness and wrapping birthday gifts.

These are the days of

waves roaring and wind rustling deep green leaves,

writing messages that wash away in the sand and others that are saved in the cloud,

wondering how much longer in a multitude of ways while

wringing every last ounce of joy out of the season that stretches on and on and on.

These are the days.

These are the days.

This W list is a little bit random, but you know I more than a little bit don’t love summer (fall forever, thank you and amen). As simple and slightly strange as it is, this small practice of noticing Ws felt like a rebellious kind of hope… one that doesn’t discount or deny the difficult, but that is determined to still see the good. Picking a letter just made it a bit more fun. ;)

Want to play? Choose a letter at random, see what comes to mind, and if you’re up for it—come back in a day or two and write a line or two in the comments!

P.s.

Several weeks ago, I shared a behind-the-screen note about slowly easing back in after going quiet on social media for an extended time + a heads up that I’m there, but apparently only for 37 people—according to the backend that shows how many of the people following along actually received the post in their feed. (One more reason I’m really thankful you said yes to being here, subscribed where an algorithm doesn’t push a post to the bottom of a feed because Life Things happened, you stopped regularly “feeding the feed”, and then returned but refused to “pay to play” I’ve never paid for sponsored posts/higher views/etc but o h m y w o r d they’re giving it their best shot this summer.) (It’s a no from me dog.)

It was expected, but it’s unfortunate and also, tbh, really frustrating. I’m very mindful of who and how many accounts I follow on Instagram/Facebook—and knowing y’all, I think you’d say the same. I (we) can only take in so much, right? So when I do follow an account, I want to actually see their new posts. I won’t talk about this ad nauseam, but I figure it’s worth mentioning a second time—in case someone on email is among the 10k either place that now no longer see new posts. I’m just really sorry that’s happening.

There’s not much I can do other than show up there and mention it here. :/ I pinky promise this isn’t click-bait… hopefully after a decade of writing you know I’m not about that… but if you are already following and you aren’t seeing new posts and you do want to again, the best thing you can do to tell the algorithm “hey, I want to see these again” is to a) view the IG/FB profile and b) engage in some way a couple times.

(I’m legitimately squirming sitting here writing that, but I’m going to leave it, trusting you trust the heart behind saying any of this at all.)

(And now I shall promptly not continue talking about it because twice was enough, thank you, and we’ll just hope the algorithm will wake up and play nice or at least go to, I don’t know, 137. Bless.)

(The end.)

(Phew.)