I have eight tattoos currently, and no regrets. My first ink was a thirtieth birthday present: I got a tattoo of the crown chakra, and had it done in purple. The crown chakra represents knowledge and peace, which I felt were nicely aspirational sentiments for a tattoo. It’s on my back, just above the left shoulder blade. It’s the only tattoo I can’t see without … Continue reading Tattoo Number Nine Is Pending
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
I’ve been feeling better mentally. I’m still a little insane, what with the sprained hippocampus and chronic mental illness, but I feel solid. Maybe it’s because things are chaotic? Perhaps I need dark days and misery to shine? I worry about the improvements lasting a little: I’ve felt new before. But there are changes this time that didn’t happen before. I’m not interested in being … Continue reading Clogs and plantar fasciitis.
I’ve been laid up and (mostly) off my feet these past two days. The failure of engineering that is my lumbar spine has been mounting a protest. Most of the time I push through rather than follow doctor’s orders, but my heart’s not in it this time. It takes little to tip me into sadness these days. On the bright side, I’ve been doing more … Continue reading I love a good collage, don’t you?
From Famine to Feast 