Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
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.
There are various ways to get from here to there, though the method one chooses is often determined by factors other than the possible. I could walk to the mall, and have done so, but it’s an hour and a half each way. My enthusiasm was higher the first time when my brain guessed thirty minutes. I’m garbage at estimating distance by foot. I liked … Continue reading Shut up and drive.
There’s no chore that I find particularly challenging from an execution perspective. Maybe ironing, but only because no one I know does that anymore. If I hung out with office-bound individuals, perhaps my exposure to the art of ironing would be greater, but I’m willing to let that particular skill die a particular death. My challenge with chores relates to will, in that mine is … Continue reading The challenge of the chore.
From Famine to Feast 