1.0Soft Sensibilitieshttps://kimberlypearl.co/blogKimberlyhttps://kimberlypearl.co/blog/author/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="IHmd49TXXq"><a href="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/five-things-5-18-18/">Five Things (5.18.18)</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/five-things-5-18-18/embed/#?secret=IHmd49TXXq" width="600" height="338" title="“Five Things (5.18.18)” — Soft Sensibilities" data-secret="IHmd49TXXq" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> 1. During my absence from this digital space, I filled all 249 pages of a red Leuchtturm1917 notebook and am currently halfway through my Clairefontaine. I promised myself that I would write every day since the start of 2018 no matter how navel-gazing the entry or amateur the writing. So I did—and in doing so, took a break from creating for public consumption (by which I mean, sharing in what’s meant to be a public space, but is only seen by the two people who accidentally land here) to rediscover my voice without agenda. I haven’t found her/me/it yet. I actually hate how I write now, but the act of turning off the constant need to hit “publish” and instead, save something for myself, has been liberating. It’s a tale as old as 2012 so I won’t add to the tired commentary on how technology has altered our behavior, but I will say that disconnecting is chicken vegetable soup for the soul. 2. Part of this (lax) social media detox included sitting down for a few hours, sans tech, and making something with my hands. Last month I’d gone to the NJ Gem & Jewelry Show and left with a paper…http://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/B0226ADD-C02A-477C-BEFD-8DBA12925D16.jpg