I’m full of “what if”. I make the safe choice regularly. I make the “no choice” even more often. Fear plays a big part. It’s easy to listen to her. She swears the embarrassment that comes from failing is fatal. She lies but I believe her on some level and restrict my behaviour accordingly. Yet, I’ve been embarrassed before and here I sit, not dead. … Continue reading Better an oops.
I miss Word Press. I miss writing. I miss doing pretty much everything, even though I am doing some things. It’s just that it’s all done under the veil of depression which makes me discount the matteringness of it all. On the bright side, I’ve been doing a lot more stretching so should I find myself in a situation where I have to shimmy along … Continue reading Meme connections.
“The events of my life are like the rolling of the waves, the changing of the tide, the shifting of the wind – they contain no judgment.” Continue reading sharing words you found profound
From Famine to Feast. 