I don’t like the little red bubbles that appear over the icons on my phone. I dread notifications. Even the noises irritate; it’s why I keep my phone set to mute most of the day...
Ignoring notifications.
Tag: recovery
Blueberries all year round.
...I’m fortunate to live in a place where berries are plentiful in the summer months. I look forward to the period that used to start mid-July but now arrives in early June. It last until August. The season gets longer every year. Climate change is a bad thing, that’s just a fact; however, it has resulted in a longer berry season and this I enjoy...
I like calling them panic attacks.
We tend to sanitize the English language. Too much, in my humble opinion. I understand the motivation. A great many terms have become pejorative. Language that used to be acceptable but is blatantly derogatory, exclusionary, and discriminatory is no longer considered acceptable by the rank and file. There are hangers on, of course, but their use of antiquated and ugly terminology makes them easily identifiable...
The queen of multitasking.
I used to be the queen of multitasking. I was an expert at juggling. I was a working single mom and I could do it all...
Seeing signs.
I’m not a believer in all things metaphysical but I’m not a non-believer, either. I used to have a more developed spiritual side. I used to see God in the details. I looked for fairies under the mushrooms. I gave reverence to the moon and to her cycles. I was pretty sure I could feel people’s auras when I dowsed with my crystal pendulums. But I stopped. I pulled back from my spiritual side and immersed myself in science and logic...
