I don’t have writing today. I have other things, but not writing. What, then, to do with the bloganuary prompt, “what does it mean to live boldly?” Why, let others speak for me, of course. Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its continuing mission: to explore strange new worlds. To seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly go … Continue reading To boldly go.
If you’re someone who struggles with anxiety, then lists can be part of your happy place. For me, one of the worst things about anxiety is feeling out of control. Control is important to me. Control is my safe space. Archimedes wanted a long lever: I find salvation in order. [i] Repeated studies show that having a gratitude practice improves one’s life. Report after … Continue reading Happiness is a list: five things I’m grateful for today.
The bloganuary post prompts are interesting: they’re designed, in part, to elicit a positive response. Take prompt eight, “what do you like most about your writing.” It’s phrased in the affirmative. You’re supposed to give yourself props. My personal go-to of being negative and critical makes one seem small-minded and surly. (I feel I should apologize for any imperfections (I’m regularly perfect, of course): this … Continue reading I’m hilarious: what I like about my writing.
What makes me laugh? I sometimes struggle to recall. Joy isn’t as frequent a visitor of late. The world is dragging us all down, and I have pesky depression in addition. Mental illness sometimes makes me laugh. I’m allowed: I’m afflicted. Politicians make me laugh, but not in a friendly way. That laughter is less joy and more derisive scorn. I laugh at game night … Continue reading What makes me laugh?
From Famine to Feast. 