Once upon a time, someone told me I was a calming presence, that I was soothing and restful to be around. I was very flattered, especially considering the chaotic nature of my inside life. My brain is many things, but it’s not restful. She was referring to the fact that I’m not especially reactive to people or things when I’m out and about. My responses … Continue reading My Dog, the Mirror
I read Steven Covey’s “The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People” when I was at university. Not as coursework. Instead of coursework. I did that quite often. It’s a big world with lots of books. I loved it. I’m fond of the self-improvement genre, and he had a lot of good ideas. I wanted to implement them all and be effective in my life, but … Continue reading Happiness is lists – an off-the-cuff joint.
I don’t remember that many happy times. I know they exist. There’s one of me riding a bike I come back to regularly. Much of my past is blurry, however. I have flashes and snatches, but my memory isn’t great when it comes to the day-to-day. I blame the unholy trifecta of trauma, PTSD, and age. Worst band name ever. I drifted into a relationship … Continue reading The happiest day ever was a Saturday in December.
I’ve always had music. I’ve played piano since I was five, and I picked up a few more instruments along the way. I sing. I listen. I dance. I’m not sure how people don’t have music. I’m not sure how people don’t move to the music. I went to a show put on by The Chicks a few years back. The security guard in our … Continue reading I like to move it.
From Famine to Feast. 