1 – Shopping abstinence I have too much stuff. Most of us do – it’s a requirement of the age. Think of our economies as Great White sharks. If they stop swimming, they die. Our version of capitalism runs similarly; for “swimming” substitute “buying.” [1] I don’t love it. I don’t love the mountains of stuff that clutter my life. I don’t love the generalized … Continue reading No more non-essential shopping.
I’m a comparative individual. I compare myself with others constantly. Both my mother and grandmother were judgmental people, commenting on others across nearly all metrics, on everything from appearance to behaviour to employment to belief systems. And although my mother did it to a lesser degree and with more grace than my grandmother, hearing others being judged and fond wanting on a regular basis takes … Continue reading I’m fond of external scaffolding, it helps keep me organized – an off-the-cuff joint.
Whoever said bad things come in threes was probably someone who was lucky. In my experience, when one stumbles across bad luck, it keeps piling on until fate gets bored and takes amusement elsewhere… Continue reading Not quite triggered, an off-the-cuff joint.
Definitions are important things. We aren’t always speaking the same language, even if we’re speaking the same language. I get nervous. I’m not sure that means the same thing to me as it does to you, however. And what are we talking about – walking home alone in the dark, or swimming with sharks? Happiness is a dictionary. And, according to dictionaries, nervous is: easily … Continue reading Are you sure you’re nervous?
From Famine to Feast. 