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?
I’ve always had an overdeveloped sense of fairness. I say “overdeveloped” because it’s a charge that’s been levelled at me on more than one occasion. Overdeveloped. Aggressive. Judgmental. Rigid. We do like to throw adjectives at people when we disagree with them. I don’t know that the adjectives are entirely incorrect. I can be outspoken when it comes to my ethical convictions. I can be … Continue reading Ethics and the hard line
I live with anxiety and c-PTSD among other neuroses – humble brag – and lists are my happy place. I find them aspirational and inspirational. I can tend to aimless wheel spinning with my puttering – reorganizing the library again is a lateral move no matter how it soothes anxious feelings – so lists can lead to me feeling productive at the end of the … Continue reading To-do lists – an off-the-cuff joint.
It has been a tense week. I’ve appreciated the kind words and the reaching out very much. Worry is a hard thing to carry alone. One of the annoying things about cancer is its permanence. Once you’ve had it, the possibility of getting it again is ever in your mind. It takes up mental space. So many things we’d rather not, do. Sometimes, it feels … Continue reading Mastitis, not breast cancer – an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast 