{"id":27985,"date":"2024-12-01T00:11:06","date_gmt":"2024-12-01T08:11:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/?p=27985"},"modified":"2024-11-21T11:54:21","modified_gmt":"2024-11-21T19:54:21","slug":"au-revoir-mes-amies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sandiegotroubadour.com\/au-revoir-mes-amies\/","title":{"rendered":"Au Revoir, Mes Amies"},"content":{"rendered":"

By the time you read this, universe willing, I will be holed up in some French chateau<\/a>, trying to shake the jet lag and dive into the memoir I\u2019ve been (not exactly) trying to finish for the last three years. You would think I\u2019d be more prepared for a trip I\u2019ve known about since February, but here I am with about a week to go before departure and feeling very much not ready.<\/p>\n

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:Since securing this artist residency, I hoped to revisit old notes and write new notes for my book, revise the structure, create a new outline, read books, take writing workshops, and develop a daily writing schedule. Instead, I\u2019ve run a household, parented a toddler, and hustled for dough while simultaneously battling chronic fatigue, perimenopause, meds that made my brain feel like steamed cauliflower, and the incorrectly named \u201chealth care\u201d system, all while live-streaming a technicolor genocide that won\u2019t quit and an election season that felt more like a drain-circling event than a president-choosing one. (Not to mention ocean aliens?!) At this point, I\u2019m too exasperated to be disappointed about any of my shortcomings and will choose instead to pat myself on the back for managing to:<\/p>\n