Tell me who I am.

I’m a chameleon. It’s one of my greatest skills: it’s also a curse. The ability to slide into any environment, to be what’s “expected” because conflict and rejection must be avoided, comes at a cost. You lose a sense of who you are independent of other people. You need another to pair with or stand…… Continue reading Tell me who I am.

It’s never too late.

That’s not entirely true. Sometimes, it is too late. That’s why now is generally better. I’m almost never pleased post-procrastination. I’m regretful of late. I want more from my life and my reality. I suspect I’m not alone. I feel old and spent and used and tired. Some of it’s nature – I tend to…… Continue reading It’s never too late.

The trees are making me feral.

The good thing about hard times is they make us philosophical. Very little helpful philosophy comes from a week at a tropical all-inclusive, except that one should balance water and alcohol carefully, and sunscreen is never a bad idea. I noticed the misery-philosophy connection early on. I made any number of philosophical insights in the…… Continue reading The trees are making me feral.

Reblog: “What chronic pain management techniques are there? by ‘When Women Inspire’.”

A computer screen is a cruel mirror but then, I already knew the truth about what it was showing. The bags under my eyes are dire. No makeup will hide them: we’re talking prosthetic construction, here. I love that I can appreciate moderately funny when I’m full of battle fatigue and rage a fair bit…… Continue reading Reblog: “What chronic pain management techniques are there? by ‘When Women Inspire’.”