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
In A Rut I’ve been in a rut that I can’t quite shake. Part of that was the annual spring depression, though that’s waning now. Unfortunately, the rut hasn’t filled itself in, nor do I find myself magically out of it, ready to start walking up the street. It would be easier to get going if the rut didn’t appear to be filled with heavy … Continue reading Doing Thirty-Soft.
I lose a fair bit in the way of thought and phrases as a result of not writing things down as they occur. I tell myself I’ll remember the train of thought. I tell myself I’ll remember the circumstances that led to the inspiration and make lightning strike twice. Neither of those things ever happens. Sometimes, I forget I’ve had an idea at all. A … Continue reading dead is dead
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
From Famine to Feast. 