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
I put things off. I put things off and I do it with malice aforethought. I put things off because of my anxiety. Or my PTSD. Or my humanity – I’m never sure about attribution. I get overwhelmed by requirements and obligations external and self-imposed. And when I get overwhelmed, things don’t go well for me. Anxiety rises, panic threatens, and negative coping skills shake … Continue reading Get it done. Or don’t. It’s really your call.
We’re in that weird calendar no man’s land, the bit of untime that exists between Christmas and New Year’s. The December holidays are winding down, but the end of the year approaches, so starting anything major (or minor) feels pointless. As is tradition, I find myself at sixes and sevens. Nothing feels quite right. Christmas was its usual let-down, as it must be given the … Continue reading To get started, to end the year.
From Famine to Feast. 