“Those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” About a minute and a half chat over on TikTok or same post on Insta or FB. I’m just everywhere for all your clicking preferences. My plan is to do this daily, I don’t know that I’ll link here daily tho. I really think... Continue Reading →
Fettuccine Afredo Makes Malaise Bolognaise Don’t think I have a pretty flow Things just seem obstinately slow Open hand, closed heart I don’t even know that this is art More like a forced rhyme As I’m hustling double time All I’m hearing is a whine It was cool for awhile It was making me smile... Continue Reading →
Hiking and observations of quieting the mind
Happy Saturday!! What's everyone got going this weekend? I am kid-less this weekend! One of my friends started doing aerial yoga a couple weeks ago. She talked me into going with her last night. I booked the class on Thursday morning before I could talk myself out of it, and I spent the next 24+... Continue Reading →
A journey to the kind of gifts life holds today
I am presently on a roll. That's a lie, I'm on a couch. This weekend, I spent a lot of time outside. I took one of my friends to St. Pete's - since apparently I just take everyone I know there. The first time I went was with my ex-boyfriend, and I refused to do... Continue Reading →
My life is nothing if not cyclical. This time last year, I was working on getting my shit together, and later in the year, I pulled a complete and total movie troupe, shaved my head and went crazy. It actually wasn't that linear, but I keep laughing about it. At that time, I started identifying... Continue Reading →
I’ve had two concepts in my mind. The first is: Anxiety is fear in disguise. The second is: Anxiety is a great teacher if you allow it. I read “The War of Art” by Steven Pressfield, and he was talking about fear, anxiety, depression, etc. all being forms of resistance. The urge to create versus... Continue Reading →
Part 1 Part 2 Do I “choose” to be bipolar, or someone “chooses” to be a narcissist? No, no one chooses their chemistry or childhood; no one chooses their nurture or their nature. They do, however, choose what to do with it. This is difficult to accept, too. It took me so long to let... Continue Reading →
Part 1 I see so many rueful statements about how they “just keep attracting [label].”Everyone in your life is a reflection of your feelings on yourself. Garbage In/Garbage Out doesn’t just apply to data and programming. I’ve had my share of misery handed and I’ve handed out my share of misery. If you struggle with... Continue Reading →
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