Hurt so Good

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 →

I Am Getting My Shit Together

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 →

The Liar in fAILuRe

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 →

The Schism from being so –ism-y (Pt 3)

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 →

The Schism from being so –ism-y (Pt 2)

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 →

Diary of a Bubble Butt #3

I decided going to buy clothes that fit me better would help me feel better.  I figured it would be similar to the process of setting a broken arm – it sucks, I don’t want to get bigger clothes, but walking around feeling like shit because nothing fits me right is not swell, either.  Sometimes,... Continue Reading →

The Elephant in the Room

The Universe Herself seems to be beating me about the head to write. So, here I am.  Last night, I watched this video where Joe Polish beautifully, eloquently, and genius-ly speaks about his addictions. You know how, when you buy a new car, you suddenly see your car everywhere, but before you had never noticed it? Or,... Continue Reading →

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