If today was your last day.
A lot of people enjoy hating Nickelback. Me, I’m a fan. One, they’re Canadian. Patriotism demands my support. Two, what’s to dislike? They create light, fluffy, danceable, and occasionally deep rock and roll. I crank the radio when “Rock Star” comes on and I enjoy the bouncy, pro-marijuana strains of “This Afternoon”.
Then there’s “If Today Was Your Last Day”.
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Still struggling with “bad” food.
I have a potluck lunch today at noon and I’m so anxious about the whole thing I’m having trouble breathing. Shallow breathing and anxious feelings are stepping stones on the path to panic attacks, so this is not a good thing… Continue reading Still struggling with “bad” food.
A bit of dark apathy.
I’m feeling dark.
I used up too many spoons yesterday, a potentially fatal mistake when you’re deep in depression’s grip. It was my son’s twentieth birthday, however, and there was up to be gotten, preparations to be made, food to be cooked, and people to be interacted with. For hours…
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The subtle art of giving advice.
Advice is a tricky thing.
If you think advice is wonderful, consider how you react when you get it, especially the unsolicited kind. We are all better givers than receivers in this regard…
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From Famine to Feast 