Where do we go from here?

It occurred to me today as I sat down to write another crap journal entry (I’m not enamoured with journalling of late) that I had written almost nothing about the coronavirus. This struck me as rather odd and a bit navel-gazey. A journal doesn’t have to be all about me. Other things do happen in …

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When everyone else is wrong: going for win-win.

How do you build consensus when everyone else is wrong? It’s an enormous problem. It’s increasingly relevant these days, as pandemics rage and politicians argue over the correct courses of action while lives hang in the balance. My opinions are right of course, as are the opinions of those who agree with me. That should …

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No more complaining about the everyday.

I’ve had a hard couple of days. The radiation treatments have left me tired and nauseous. My depression is acting up as well. When the body feels bad, the brain and mood follow or something like that. At any rate, I’ve had a hard couple of days. It’s not been helped by the thing that …

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Labels can lead to a lack of agency.

I don’t like being called an empath. I don’t like it a lot. I know it’s supposed to be complimentary but it makes me feel pretentious. The label makes me sound like I’m preternaturally gifted and while I fantasize about that possibility occasionally, I’ve come to accept I’m not magic. Hogwarts will not be calling. …

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Holding people to account.

I recently read “The Wisdom and Teachings of Stephen R. Covey”. I read it because I like to read and sometimes that includes things that are good for me. I frequent the same catalogue numbers in the non-fiction section of the library, checking for new and never read titles that appeal. I often strike out …

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The expert in the room.

Do you know what irritates me? I am fifty-years-old. That’s not it. The “irritated” bit comes later. I have suffered from an eating disorder for thirty-nine of those years. With anxiety for all of them. Depression for thirty-three. That’s a lot of time. And I haven’t wasted it all. I have read and talked and …

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