1 – Shopping abstinence I have too much stuff. Most of us do – it’s a requirement of the age. Think of our economies as Great White sharks. If they stop swimming, they die. Our version of capitalism runs similarly; for “swimming” substitute “buying.” [1] I don’t love it. I don’t love the mountains of stuff that clutter my life. I don’t love the generalized … Continue reading No more non-essential shopping.
Mental illness is tidal. I’m depressed again. I didn’t notice until yesterday. I often don’t notice right away. It can take a bit to tease out the motivations behind my behaviours, especially when there are other challenges in my life. The grief I’m feeling since my mother’s death, and coming to terms with the new relationship with my aging father take a toll. People who … Continue reading I’m technically depressed.
I never really had a career plan. I didn’t have a life plan either. Most of what has happened to me feels accidental, things that happened along the way while I was pursuing my eating disorder, while I was living with mental illness. Plans were for later, when I was better, when I was perfect. But later almost never comes. Maybe that one time in … Continue reading I didn’t have a career plan – an off-the-cuff joint.
Whoever said bad things come in threes was probably someone who was lucky. In my experience, when one stumbles across bad luck, it keeps piling on until fate gets bored and takes amusement elsewhere… Continue reading Not quite triggered, an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast 