It’s relieving to think I don’t have to care about everything. That I, Erin, don’t have to have an opinion and honestly it won’t really matter. I don’t care enough to be informed about everything, meaning I’m not informed enough to have an opinion, meaning I’m not opinionated enough to express my views to anyone.
Author: Erin M. Bank
Latent Lollygagger: Have My Heart
Somewhere between fifth grade and sophomore year, I’d developed the part of my brain that convinces me I suck and everyone will think I’m a failure.
Latent Lollygagger: Too Much
Maybe I can’t change the whole world to make it better than it is now, but I can improve my little corner of the world, my little sphere of influence and passion. Maybe not cleaning up the whole house, but just the kitchen.
Latent Lollygagger: Timing is Everything (A New Year’s Story)
A story for new years if you’re not quite feeling reborn.
Latent Lollygagger: Time
When dealing with a change of the clocks and therefore a change in schedule, for those of us who overthink, it seems almost comforting to rearrange the entire day—look at us, we can engineer the most efficient, most logical, most pretty-on-paper schedule. And then, inevitably, because the plan is so perfect, it must be our fault that we failed at sticking to it.
Latent Lollygagger: Doing Dishes
If you were to list the sounds you associate with safety and comfort and ease, what would you include? A favorite song, perhaps? The voice of a loved one? The sound of the ocean or leaves gently rustling in the wind? I’m home alone this evening, and after a magical October-in-San-Francisco sunset, enjoyed on the… Continue reading Latent Lollygagger: Doing Dishes
Latent Lollygagger: Paradox
If all I’m doing is fighting my brain, then I have zero room for anything else.
Latent Lollygagger: Return
It’s hard to return to something, like writing a blog, that you’ve been away from for a while. Especially when the world is on fire.
Latent Lollygagger: Aging
Now that I’m 40, I have all my shit together.
Latent Lollygagger: Dreams
I’m back to a common battle for me: the line between indulgence (true self-care) and laziness (false self-care).