This is a great post for a Monday morning. It’s got good advice, but not an overwhelming amount: I’m inspired, but not intimidated. I’m going to print this list out and post it on the fridge: I want a good week, existing issues notwithstanding. After all, they remain whether I focus on the positive or not.
I think I have writer's block. We'll go with that, anyway. I write, I just hate every bit of what I produce. It's stilted and never what I'm trying to say. The Recycle Bin on my desktop is getting a workout. (A brief pause as I change the channel on the background noise. "Dr. Phil"... Continue Reading →
Going through old blog posts is an interesting process. I regret not having the Grammarly extension back in the day. Correcting my historic affection for no capital letters continues to annoy. I've also started doing what I thought I'd never do, and that's delete some of the "amazing" works I set loose on the world... Continue Reading →
I’m still on the road. It’s four years on from when I wrote this piece, and I think I’ve made some significant progress. Among other things, it’s been almost two years since I voluntarily vomited. Considering what came before, that’s something of a miracle. I forget sometimes, in my haste to remind myself that I’m utterly imperfect, how far I’ve come.
I’m on a road that stretches so far off into the distance, I can’t see the end. I’ve heard tell that once I get there, life will be better. I’ve heard the trip’s a challenge, but the destination makes it worthwhile. I’m told that once I get there, things’ll be alright.
Once I get down the road, I’ll be calm, grounded, and fully me. They tell me my eating disorder can’t live there.
They tell me I’ll be happy.
They tell me I’ll be free.
Those are appealing thoughts, so I start down the road again, determined to get going. I’m always desperate to escape my here and now.
The road’s unpaved and the weather forbidding. Ruts and puddles abound. There are no signposts, no hints as to how long the trip will take. There’s just the road, stretching out in front of me. Walking is an act of faith.
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