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Antisocial Social Club is an experiment in human creativity and connection. For 365 days, I'm committed to sharing real talk that goes deeper than the chatter and noise of social media. I might fake my own death on social media in 2025, and if I do, this is where you'll find me instead. Please come along for the ride! No, I don't know where we're going, and I'm not sure when we'll be back. So get in, but only if you're down for a trip into creative chaos and the wild unknown.
59. open mic
On Wednesdays I have school - two classes, six hours, and this is at least the third or fourth week I’ve found myself exhausted, trying to write at midnight, and today brought an epiphany.
So I’m happy to share a new ritual: open mic night at the Antisocia.
On these nights that I have nothing l...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 12, 2025
58. future self
The year was 2014, and I was guiding one of my first paddle board yoga teacher training sessions in San Diego, accompanied by my dear friend Shannon Purves. Shannon is a real groovy kitten, one of the most radiant light-beams I’ve ever met, and one heck of a yoga teacher. During this training, sh...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 11, 2025
57. purpose
In the Upanishads, a wise sage addresses the issues of what to do in the dark times. He is being questioned at the court of a powerful ruler who understands the material world but realizes that at times a deeper knowledge of existence is required.
Beginning with what he knows best, the king asks ...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 10, 2025
56. lobster lovers
If you’ve been in romantic partnership for long enough, you may find that at some point you forget how to do the romantic part.
That’s what happened for us, anyway. I’ve been married to Brent, a man I’m obsessed with for 13 years, and we’ll have been together for 16 this September. We have two k...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 09, 2025
55. sugar baby
I have great news (for me, anyway). It's date night. Our first true and proper date night in five years. My mom is watching the kids overnight so Brent I and can run away and be lovers for 24 hours. In full transparency, I don't wanna write today. I just wanna get away and be un-responsible, be a...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 08, 2025
54. apocalypse
It was a revelation, a reckoning, and a relief, all in one.
Today was apocalyptic: from the Greek ApokÃlypsis, a "lifting of the veil", or finding out something secret.
It brought the catastrophic ending of a friendship due to betrayal. Remember yesterday, when I said if you wanna piss me off, li...
Feb 07, 2025
53. fed up
I’ve been thinking about this word ‘boundaries’ which came to me for the year ahead.
Well, not thinking about the word, but thinking about my boundaries. It may come as no surprise that I am fiercely protective of my energy, since I’ve pulled it back in such a specific way to focus on this writi...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 06, 2025
52. perimenopause
An unwanted visitor arrived in my life in the past few days: an angry, inflamed, pus-filled gremlin who has come to challenge my self-confidence and remind me of the inevitable onward march of time and even my own mortality.
Yes, it’s a zit. To be precise, it’s a huge, stubborn, hormonal pimpl...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 05, 2025
51. response-able
Today I feel like I’m stretching my limits in responsibility.
Like my response-ability is functioning pretty close to max capacity.
But one thing I’ve observed over time is that every time I think I’ve reached my most response-able point, something happens to stretch it just a liiiiiitle bit furt...
Feb 04, 2025
50. headlines
Today had me thinking about headlines.
The day started off like most other Mondays: we woke up, made some matcha, packed the kids lunches for school, fed them breakfast, badgered them to get dressed - put socks on - put shoes on - brush teeth, and scooted them out the door at 8:45am.
I tidied u...
Feb 03, 2025
49. expatriate
Since we moved to Portugal in July 2022, there’s been more than a handful of times that someone has referred to me and Brent as “expats.” I generally respond that we don’t consider ourselves expats, but rather immigrants to this country we now call home.
Some might say, “tomato, tom-ah-to,” as i...
Feb 02, 2025
48. the towel
Tonight I am throwing in the towel.
It’s literally 3 past midnight, and I am sitting on the couch with River, who refuses to go to bed. Of course, he also won’t let me write.
So this is it tonight: If this is for me, and I am beyond tired, then at some point I just need to give up and give in. ...
Feb 02, 2025
