‘Doing the right thing’ and ‘being fair’ are virtues I aspire to, and this has been true much of my life, though I look at other people’s situations with kinder eyes now, now that I’m older. I could be harsh in my youth when I perceived failure in these areas. This was an especial problem with my eating disorder. The behaviours it demanded led to … Continue reading Do The Right Thing.
Once upon a time, early in the aughts, I had a thought – they’re rare, so I try to mark the occasions. I thought that maybe I’d buy an old, 1982 Honda Civic station wagon to repair and get back into running shape. I’d had one during my first few years at university, and loved it. I thought I could get one of those “All … Continue reading I Wish I Knew How To Everything.
Taking a shopping break. A little over a year ago, I decided I needed to take a break from shopping. I had in my possession too many possessions, too much of almost everything, really, save money. I’d made shopping into a daily recreation and socialization activity, and justified the relentless consuming by sticking to thrift stores. It doesn’t count if I buy it used, right? … Continue reading The Shopping Fast – I Did Not Learn to Crochet
Bits of my brain are busy trying to engage the rest in an existential crisis. I tend to them when I’m stressed. It’s a bit of a quirk. We all have our maladaptive coping mechanisms, though I seem particularly blessed in that regard. I’m old enough to feel my inner Kraken wanting to speak to some kind of manager. My brain is also busy trying … Continue reading There’s No “Right” Life, There’s Just Life – an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast. 