The music doesn’t echo from the rafters much anymore. It’s not that I don’t like the quiet. But there used to be a mix. I used to have music as well. Now it’s silent almost all the time. Sometimes, my son will sit at the piano and play one of his pieces. Sometimes, my daughter turns on the streaming music service. But for the most … Continue reading Abandoning the music.
(Side note: “trudge” is a good word. It doesn’t get nearly enough play.) I hate being uninspired and I’ve been uninspired a lot of late. Knowing the cause – depression – isn’t really all that helpful; everything still feels like hard work and much of the work is getting left by the wayside. Knowing the cause mitigates the situation not at all. I don’t like … Continue reading We trudge along.
I write about my neuroses for several reasons. The first is, write what you know. I’ve spent a lot of time with myself. We’re intimately acquainted. I also write to understand. The more you think about something, the more you come to know it. The more you know, the better you are equipped to fight. This is important when you start falling. Or not falling. … Continue reading It’s like being dragged.
I find it frustrating that the things not in my control, aren’t in my control. If they were, it would make life so much easier. If I could just control all the random. If I could just control other people. If I could just control my body. Then life would be perfect. Everything would be the way I want it. And, modesty aside, I think … Continue reading The year of being a good person.
From Famine to Feast 