The Art of Being Perpetually One Week Behind

Snapshots At The End Of The Year

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Things are looking up.

Until recently, I rejected the notion that I could become, or would even want to become, a master of the art of being perpetually one week behind. It is not a desired trait in today’s society. Good things don’t happen to those who are perpetually one week behind.

Being one week behind is essentially shadowbanning oneself on the social feed, and being sort of a shadow IRL. It’s Friday, the day I respond to new texts since last Friday. So Christmas is in two weeks, and New Years’ Eve is three, right?

Having these radio shows on the calendar is my bridge to the present. Seemingly, anytime else, I’m catching up to the place where I can catch up. But I’m good! When the world hits Slow Down szn is when I do most of my catching up.

In my world, the best kind of chaos is the kind that’s always one week away.

Maybe that’s why I’m learning to love consuming news when it’s 1. written in long form and 2. about something that happened a week ago. Instead of what I did for years, I read many short articles on what happened yesterday and a bunch of shorter social posts on what happened today.