Bits of my brain are busy trying to engage the rest in an existential crisis. I tend to them when I’m stressed. It’s a bit of a quirk. We all have our maladaptive coping mechanisms, though I seem particularly blessed in that regard. I’m old enough to feel my inner Kraken wanting to speak to some kind of manager. My brain is also busy trying … Continue reading There’s No “Right” Life, There’s Just Life – an off-the-cuff joint.
I I eat a lot of fruits and vegetables, and this has been true for most of my life. I’ve never been a huge fan of meat. It’s mostly the taste, though the eating disorder also made it about the calories. On the other hand, I can’t think of a single fruit or vegetable I’ve tried that I’ve disliked, though some I perhaps wouldn’t put … Continue reading Fruits, Vegetables, and Eating Disorder Recovery
The why of my 30-Soft I’ve been struggling this year. Everything felt hard, and I felt extremely unproductive. I was rarely happy with what I’d managed to accomplish at the end of the day. I felt like I was engaging in too much lateral movement – reorganizing things is fun, and helps calm me down when my anxiety is spiking, but truthfully, it’s not changing … Continue reading My 30-Soft, One Week On
In A Rut I’ve been in a rut that I can’t quite shake. Part of that was the annual spring depression, though that’s waning now. Unfortunately, the rut hasn’t filled itself in, nor do I find myself magically out of it, ready to start walking up the street. It would be easier to get going if the rut didn’t appear to be filled with heavy … Continue reading Doing Thirty-Soft.
From Famine to Feast 