Sure. I can do that.
Or maybe Lisa just laughed at me and said that this so-far-year-long adventure would make a great zine.
I imagined myself standing over a photocopier, after hours at my job, with National Geographic clippings of funeral rituals, maybe some newspaper clippings of obituaries, pastel paper folded in half. Presumably I would be running out to catch Bart to hurriedly wedge the folded stack of zines between the grimy seats.
Yeah, no. I am sure there are great zines out there. But when I said "I don't think I'm up for being a funeral director," but still want to be an advocate for natural burial, this is not the alternative I was looking forward to.
But yes, considering how my days are going, it seems like everything in my life IS this project. While eating pizza with Caitlin from The Order of the Good Death, she summarized the second guessing awkwardness that I am feeling toward this project incredibly well. "Its like trying to lead a cult. " She said. "From inside your bedroom. Alone."
Pretend you are me for a minute. After leading this pho-cult from your bedroom each morning before work, you then make your way to your job and excitedly try and talk about different aspects of what you're up to with your co workers. Half of them say, "Huh," stare at you wide eyed, and nod their heads up and down. The other half chuckle, think its amazing, point out how socially unacceptable the nature of it all is and tell you, "Well, do check in with yourself from time to time and make sure you don't go crazy, kay?"
And then there are evenings when friends try to set me up with other friends, and note to me on the side, " Seems like you're letting the crazy out in small doses tonight!"
Anyway, good social times aside, I'm coming to terms that I am simply a non-linear person. When operating solo on a project, it takes me time to select all the different twigs and shiny things for my nest. Thanks to Adam and Lisa, I am going to take on honoring this project as a process. And in all seriousness, consider that the process could be more important than the end result.
The studio storefront museum is still a mess. Does anyone have a truck I can borrow so I can go to the dump? Thanks.