I see you.
You’re out there wondering who’s in here. I’m meant to give you just enough detail about me and Chicken Scratch for you to want to walk through the door, a written elevator speech as it were.
The thing is, I’m trying to find a way out of the building-bound vehicle that does nothing more than ride me up and down. It’s a little hard to breathe in there and so much work avoiding eye contact. I’m looking for openness, for opportunities to stretch my arms out and spin, with no risk of smashing into things. Life is Whac-a-Mole, and there’s so much mental traffic that it’s hard to get out of your own way. Consider this an exit ramp.
I cook. I sing. I overthink. I hope. I’m a former farmer, an erstwhile sailor, and a wannabe dreamer with a little too much reality in my DNA to get there.
Chicken Scratch is where you go to when you need a quick way to feel like yourself again. It’s the chest full of exhaled wishes blown over a top-heavy dandelion.
What can you expect?
Expectations are fragile, so I’m disinclined to make promises that are bound to be broken. I will offer this: I’m committed to getting at the goodness in the soil at my feet, and when I find it, I’ll be sure to share.
Being part of the Chicken Scratch subscribers community is an affordable way to combat the existential dread. You’ll never miss a post when you’re avoiding social media, and you’ll leave a little more resilient than when you arrived.
I see you, and I’m so glad you’re here.
~Elizabeth
