Inching toward radical consistency

Self-care for the inchworm

You know those tiny, bright green inchworms? That’s me now.

I am inching, very slowly, bending almost in half each time I do, toward radical consistency. It’s not my normal state of affairs. Usually, I approach things like the French Revolution, instead. BOOM. ALL IN. DONE. NEXT. ALL AT ONCE. BOOM. And nothing sticks.

This time, I am pacing myself, inch …