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
I have no plan. I don’t think much about the future. Not about next week, or next month, or next year. I used to, many, many years ago. When I was a child and wanted to be an aerospace engineer. Or a biochemist. Or a surgeon. Back when I had plans for the future. But an eating disorder, though it taunts you with ideas of … Continue reading Nihilism is almost never a good idea – an off-the-cuff joint.
I live with anxiety and c-PTSD among other neuroses – humble brag – and lists are my happy place. I find them aspirational and inspirational. I can tend to aimless wheel spinning with my puttering – reorganizing the library again is a lateral move no matter how it soothes anxious feelings – so lists can lead to me feeling productive at the end of the … Continue reading To-do lists – an off-the-cuff joint.
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. 