I don’t spend much time thinking about the quality of the relationship I have with myself. I’m just there. I don’t think I’m uncommon. We’re not taught to spend time on the relationship we have with ourselves, to analyze and improve it. Which is strange when you consider its duration. Too many of us are not our own best friends. We treat ourselves poorly at … Continue reading Serious thoughts about your relationship with yourself.
The music doesn’t echo from the rafters much anymore. It’s not that I don’t like the quiet. But there used to be a mix. I used to have music as well. Now it’s silent almost all the time. Sometimes, my son will sit at the piano and play one of his pieces. Sometimes, my daughter turns on the streaming music service. But for the most … Continue reading Abandoning the music.
The worst part about the appointment I had with my oncologist, beyond the fact that I have an oncologist which still seems surreal, was not going over the pathology results. Nor was it setting up the schedule for radiation which will run Mondays to Fridays for twenty-six sessions. The worst part was getting weighed. Which tells you a lot, really, about eating disorders and how … Continue reading Cancer and an eating disorder.
I hate confrontations in an incredibly, big-time way. I’ll do almost anything to avoid them, usually to my detriment. I don’t stand up for myself: I don’t share my feelings if I’ve been hurt. I’m determined not to rock the boat. It’s not a policy that works well. For me, at any rate. It works fine for the people I don’t challenge. And because I … Continue reading Confrontation and motivation.
