Welcome to my personal blog, where I capture and share the bits and pieces that make for a life electric – a life that’s plugged into what’s real and strange and beautiful and rough and buzzy and all around me. A life that’s fully felt.
When I started this blog in September 2015, I was feeling directionless, confused about where to go next, bitter about everyone else’s apparent prowess in navigation, and generally miserable. I hoped that getting back into the habit of daily writing would help me to figure out what path to take, and that blogging would help me to feel less alone in my frustrations.
Fortunately, a life electric fulfilled many of the hopes I had for it. It started as a space for me to vent, unfurl feelers, practice self-confidence, and conduct research on my day-to-day life. Through all of that, it unexpectedly blossomed into a place for my heart to rest and its own path for me to take. Coming back to writing through this blog has made me feel so good – and so good about myself – again.
While conducting research on my life – a naturally occurring part of any personal writing project – I was forced to confront the incredibly toxic relationship I had with technology – particularly social media. As a life electric became a healthier and happier part of my online life, it became more and more obvious that I needed to deal with the unhealthy relationship that had contributed so much to my frustrations and unhappiness for so long.
Cultivating this little corner of the internet, (seemingly) far from the endless feeds of clickbait and engagement announcements, showed me what a healthy, meaningful relationship with technology means. It taught me how to use the online community as a springboard for my growth instead of a source of regret and resentment. It reminded me that life is far more electric than the social media accounts that used to consume me.
It reminded me of how it feels to close your eyes, reach out, and hover the pads of your fingers over the electric current of your life, to be so close to it that you shiver, so close that you can taste it, to be so excited about it that you want to tell everyone about it.
I am a firm believer these days that life should feel as electric as it surely is, and that it can’t if we’re always plugged into our smartphone screens.
what’s in a name?
The name – a life electric – was inspired by Walt Whitman’s “I Sing the Body Electric” from Leaves of Grass, a longtime favorite of mine. A different way to describe this blog might be in relation to the poem: I believe that life’s purpose is rooted in our ability to, above all else, sense and feel and connect with one another. The experience of living, according to Whitman, is the key to a meaningful life. I am inclined to agree.
Living a life electric, I think, means approaching each day with feelers unfurled, with curiosity and openness, with a zeal for experiencing the sensory stuff that connects with the pads of your fingers. It means being present enough to fully feel everything and everyone around you. It means being grounded in the mud of your own world and knowing how truly wonderful – messy, but wonderful – it is to be there.
It means being plugged in to what really matters.