I don’t remember a time I didn’t write. The “I don’t remember a time” introduction is one of my favourite clichés: I wonder if everyone else is also exaggerating? I remember when journalling wasn’t a thing I did, and what’s my style of writing but edited journalling, to greater or lesser degrees. I have a box full of filled notebooks now, but I remember the … Continue reading When the road’s a mystery, an off-the-cuff joint.
I read Steven Covey’s “The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People” when I was at university. Not as coursework. Instead of coursework. I did that quite often. It’s a big world with lots of books. I loved it. I’m fond of the self-improvement genre, and he had a lot of good ideas. I wanted to implement them all and be effective in my life, but … Continue reading Happiness is lists – an off-the-cuff joint.
I don’t do all that well in groups, especially in groups I arrive at after-the-fact. This is as true of friendship as it is of the workspace. You can break into established groups, but because you’re late to the party, you have to play by their rules for a while even if you disagree with them. I’m not wired that way. People used to ask … Continue reading I’m not hierarchical – an off-the-cuff joint.
I’ve added a new page to my blog. I’m going to be putting all my eating disorder posts on one, easy-to-ignore page. I can’t believe I haven’t over-organized my page before now. So many sub-categories are pending. I also can’t believe I started. It’s going to be a big job. I’m coming up on my six-year Word Press anniversary and I’ve concluded that I write … Continue reading Flashing back – an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast. 