An Experiment in Human Connection
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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.
11. bones
What are the bones of this project, at the level of antisocial business? This is a question I’m sitting with as the days slowly tick by in winter’s march towards the calendar new year.Â
My primary objective is to create pathways for people to find my work that aren’t social media. In order to do ...
by Amelia Travis —
Dec 26, 2024
10. nope
I was falling asleep in Tanner’s bed, tucking him in just now. It’s 10:20pm on Christmas night, and I am bone-weary exhausted.Â
Exhausted from the adrenaline dump of Santa-ing until the wee hours of last night.Â
Exhausted from River (unbeknownst to us) eating all the candy from his stocking when ...
by Amelia Travis —
Dec 25, 2024
9. church
It’s 4:37 pm on Christmas Eve. I’m late to write today because we spent most of the day at church. Old school church, that is. Like, ancient school church.Â
One of my sacred praying places here in Portugal is a grove of ancient oaks nestled next to a small stream in a fertile valley near our home...
by Amelia Travis —
Dec 24, 2024
8. oof
It’s only been 7 days and I feel like I’m running out of steam.Â
Oof. That’s pathetic.
The feeling of wanting to quit but I just started is familiar; I feel it every single day during my workouts - it usually lasts at least the first 20% of the workout. Sooo... [doing math in my head] that's gonn...
by Amelia Travis —
Dec 23, 2024
7. misunderstood
It’s day three of my bleed. This morning there was a conflict in our family that completely derailed me emotionally, and I’m still processing.
I’m writing from a tender, angry, lonely place as the only woman in a family of one man, two boys, and a male dog.Â
The long and short of it: Tanner (8) a...
Dec 22, 2024
6. alive
What about those moments when you sit down to write, and nothing comes?Â
What about those times when the crippling perception of the imagined external gaze haunts you, and it feels impossible to get beyond the wondering of what they want as the impetus for your creative energy?
What about when yo...
by Amelia Travis —
Dec 21, 2024
5. delusional
The problem with all or nothing thinking is that my brain has a tendency to lump self-judgment into just two binary categories: whatever I've done is either completely amazing or totally shit.
I’ll either have the absolute best idea in the world that will only be acceptable with perfect, consiste...
Dec 20, 2024
4. one rule
There's only one rule in Antisocial Social Club.
Show up, and tell the truth.
This wisdom is the it girl of my spiritual practice. It's the main thing guiding my life for the past sixteen years. Of all the alchemical medicine I’ve received, this has been the greatest continual life-changer. It's ...
by Amelia Travis —
Dec 19, 2024
3. hungover
Don’t talk about it, be about it.
These wise words from my husband echo in my ears as I sit in a quiet house on a Sunday morning, on the last full moon of the calendar year.Â
Full moon in Gemini, the sign of communication. Full moons are about closure, endings, releasing, letting go, harvest, com...
Dec 18, 2024
2. the price
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it. When it is time to die, let us not discover that we have never lived.
(Henry David Thoreau)
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Oof. Ouch.Â
If this quote doesn’t sting when you think about the price you’ve paid for social media, good for you, but for me, it hit a li...
by Amelia Travis —
Dec 17, 2024
1. a grand vision
What do I intend to accomplish by decentering social media and my phone?
No holds barred, this is my most hopeful grand vision, unchecked by skepticism, unfettered by shackles of realism. Let’s assume here that everything is possible, and the call on my soul to step away from social media is part...
by Amelia Travis —
Dec 16, 2024
0. preamble
The only place to begin is where I am. Lately, perhaps for the last few months, I’ve sensed an agitation within, a feeling that there is something else I am meant to do, if I could only slow down enough to focus and find it.
What frequently seems to drain, steal, or snatch my focus is my phone, s...
by Amelia Travis —
Dec 15, 2024
