Trigger warning: it’s long. Also, it’s possible I’m blunt. I was eleven once upon a time, though it’s far enough in the past to refer to as a lifetime ago. Eleven was an important year in my scheme of things. Much happened. I realized my fat legs were destroying any hope I had for a good life, for one thing. [i] Of lesser import was … Continue reading Sometimes, all you need is a sheet mask and a bath bomb.
The bloganuary post prompts are interesting: they’re designed, in part, to elicit a positive response. Take prompt eight, “what do you like most about your writing.” It’s phrased in the affirmative. You’re supposed to give yourself props. My personal go-to of being negative and critical makes one seem small-minded and surly. (I feel I should apologize for any imperfections (I’m regularly perfect, of course): this … Continue reading I’m hilarious: what I like about my writing.
The fridge is bursting. There’s too much food in the house. Definitely a problem of privilege. I’m aware of that, yet my problems are my problems, real and difficult for me; other people’s different problems don’t negate my reality. I’ve had this issue before. I don’t do it to myself – I’m careful about the quantities I maintain – so the stress-inducing over-capacity isn’t my … Continue reading The fridge is bursting.
I both like and find frustrating how philosophy boils things down to simple and rather obvious truths. I read the words written by this sage or that one and find myself irritated at not having come to the conclusions on my own. My readings all seem to end with me saying, “of course.” Yet the simplicity is comforting because “simple” means easier to follow (though … Continue reading Simple truths.
From Famine to Feast 