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
I keep meaning to do things – write, vacuum, connect – but meaning to do things, and actually doing said things are very different animals. I accomplish much in my head, but not much in the real world of late. Productivity is down across the board. All departments are experiencing contractions, save one. Chocolate consumption is up. Chocolate bar consumption is actually way up, and … Continue reading Momentum drives motivation.
I’m stuck, and I’m not enjoying it. I feel trapped inside myself of late. I feel like I’m doing nothing, accomplishing nothing. This isn’t true objectively, but it’s how I feel nevertheless. Even writing things out and checking them off doesn’t help. When I start feeling paralyzed by inertia, it usually means depression has strengthened her grip. I’m also rage-filled and quick to anger of … Continue reading Chaos, Change, and Leaning In.
I very rarely meet books I don’t like. I can usually find something of value between two covers. Unless the content is deliberately ugly, some piece of nastiness designed to lower the state of discourse and human society, in which case I tend to judge and condemn without cracking the spine. I don’t need to eat worms to know I won’t enjoy the experience. As … Continue reading Rereading is friendship and inspiration.
From Famine to Feast. 