Microdosing

Little by little and bit by bit, little bit by little bit

I have been microdosing.

Carefully, of course. Don’t worry. That’s the “micro” part.
A mere fraction of the “recreational” dose.
I am a pillar of caution.
I don’t wanna go too far too soon.
Ease into it, y’know.
So, for now, I’m erring on the side of “too little.”

A friend was over recently
Talking about how she had started doing Vitamin D Treatments.
It sounded so official.
Like an injection. Or two. Some pills. Some new-fangled technology with special lights or something. A whole team of Vitamin D-wielding specialists imbuing you with Vitamin D via their Vitamin D-inators.
But no.
She meant “being outside.”

Everything today has to be part of some special regimen.
“I’m on this new diet.” Only meat. No meat. Just fish meat. Only livers.
“I’m on a social media fast.”
“Oh yeah, I’ve been doing intermittent fasting for a couple months now.”
“I started doing the Marie Kondo¹ thing.”
“I’m prioritizing sleep hygiene.”
“Something something charcoal something collagen something green tea mindfulness kombucha turmeric ashwagandha sound bath adaptogen et cetera.”
And, yes, “I’ve started microdosing.”

Sometimes it can be exhausting, just existing amid all the things you’re supposed to be doing.
And not doing.

But, of course, I’m all for trying new things. You do you.
Change that life.
Do whatever it takes to feel alive,
to feel better being alive,
to feel less worse being alive.
Whatever gets you through the night, the song goes.

Which is why I’m microdosing.

Just a spoonful, as Mary Poppins would say.

But not of sugar.

Of Metamucil.
Orange-flavored.

1. What happened to that trend? Did it not spark sufficient joy?