In my head, I leave my comfort zone all the time. I wonder if this is true for everyone? I’m firmly in my comfort zone these days. My mental illnesses don’t like me to stray when they’re acting up, and my depression is currently pushing my head towards a dark and place. Doing anything that isn’t destructive would be moving out of depression’s comfort zone. … Continue reading Leaving the comfort zone.
The problem with away is you’re still you when you get there. Geographic cures don’t work, and God knows I’ve tried. New fixes almost nothing, although things can seem better during the honeymoon period. But the bigger the problem, the more likely it is to pop up sooner rather than later. If you’re attempting an escape, keep it moderately local. I once tried to escaping … Continue reading A trip I’d love to take.
Is it ‘failed to heed’ if I never received it? Would that I had: things might have been different if I’d taken the road not taken. Or not – I’ve never been one to listen to other people. It’s a personal and species-based flaw. But once the question was posed, what advice would I give to my teenage self, my mental floodgates opened. I’d say … Continue reading New Year’s Advice I Failed to Heed.
The week between Christmas and New Year’s is a hard one. Work sucks, there’s the inevitable post-celebration letdown, and the family and friend lovefest is likely starting to wear. Unless you’re a sitcom family – they do seasonal well. My ambivalence is being made worse by the cold front that’s descended: it’s hard to sort my feelings when I’m freezing. Minus twenty-six Celsius (minus fifteen … Continue reading The dog days of December.
From Famine to Feast 