Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
I hate losing things. Even games, though that’s not what this is about. Perhaps all loss is verboten in my brain? I ordered a few things from Amazon the other day. Evil, I know, but it’s so convenient. Hypocrisy will be the death of us. That, and our tendency towards inertia. But I digress. Among the purchases was a Burt’s Bees Lip Crayon. I’ve started … Continue reading I hate losing things.
I feel adrift without the prod of a daily prompt. It’s an easy thing to find another source – Word Press itself will provide one if you ask – but I’m reluctant to commit to much beyond what’s already on my plate. Life’s about to get busy and nobody’s well-served by busy-squared. And yet, there exists in the back of my mind a niggling sense … Continue reading Flashback Friday – Putterings
It’s the beginning of February. New month, new motto. This year’s theme is “Keep moving forward” and I doubled up, making it the theme for January as well. February, however, is about channelling my inner Elsa. I always feel good when I make a semi-current reference, like the aforementioned nod to Frozen. It lets me pretend I’m not solidly middle-aged, though ignoring the eye wrinkles … Continue reading Let it go, one more time.
I am not going to tell you how I’d spend a billion dollars. Do you know why? It’s a ridiculous amount of money. It’s a thousand million dollars, and no one should have even one billion, let alone multiples. If you started spending a billion dollars at a rate of one thousand dollars an hour, it would take you one million hours to spend it … Continue reading What you don’t smell can be a problem.
From Famine to Feast 