I’ve a lovely post about “could-do” rather than “must-do” going, but I haven’t finished it yet. I’ve another one about Kegels and ear wax that’s little more than a title, the title being “Kegels and ear wax.” Things have been a little chaotic here on Walton Mountain since the October full moon. (update: I’m turfing that wax and Kegel thing. Whatever inspired me is gone.) … Continue reading The Hunter Moon is trying to kill me.
I abandoned Facebook recently and every day, my mood celebrates that decision. Still, the occasionally meaningful graphic is nice. I found one on Pinterest. I have a fondness for things that look nostalgic. It’s good advice – stand tall and find the light – but it should come with a corollary. Something in an “evil thoughts for those who bear shadows,” perhaps? It would be … Continue reading Be like a sunflower.
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I was driving home the other day when I remembered something: I don’t have to live my life for other people. This isn’t a new thought, nor is it unique. It’s a thought that has popped up before – one reads about this truth everywhere – but I’ve avoiding dealing with it. The undealt with, however, returns. The… Continue reading Anniversary reblog: “No” is a complete sentence.
*Mentions suicide. I’m going to complain about my pain again. [i] It’s not that I think the “out there” behind my computer screen cares in a seriously significant way; it’s that my IRL doesn’t care much at all. The first anniversary of this flare-up/breakdown/test of character I’m failing is approaching fast, and at this point, a lack of understanding is other people’s fault. [ii] And … Continue reading Complain about pain in the rain.
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