The Trouble with Change I’ve been struggling in my life for the last few months. I’m not so good with change, and I’ve had much of it this year so far. It doesn’t matter that some of the changes are good – aka adopting a dog – change is change, and my brain gets agitated and testy with it. I like my routines and ruts. … Continue reading Flirting With Alcoholism
The rules of genie interaction are “simple and finite” – no wishing for more wishes. And, thanks to the Aladdin twist, we also know about not wishing to be a genie: “Phenomenal cosmic powers, itty bitty living space.” No one wants to live in a lamp. Not even the I Dream of Jeannie one. Though free and fully furnished is a nice option. And she … Continue reading No Wishing For More Wishes
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.
The first slip When I was in grade twelve, our school’s concert band participated in yet another band competition. Our conductor liked to compete, so we performed as often as he could manage. I don’t remember if we performed well or badly, but I remember that our band teacher wasn’t pleased. And when he wasn’t happy, things didn’t go well for us. There would be … Continue reading Happy back, happy life.
From Famine to Feast. 