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.
I don’t have a favourite song or quote. That suggests a singularity I find impossible to embrace. It’s a big world, full of ideas, thoughts, and musical offerings both shallow and profound. Favourites come and go. What we need and are drawn to varies with need and moment. I’m currently learning Beethoven’s Symphony No. 7, 2nd movement for the piano. It’s lovely and will be … Continue reading It speaks to me.
I don’t come from a demonstrative family. We’re not cuddles and hugs. We’re respectful distance and assumptions about feelings. I don’t remember hearing “I love you” much growing up. I don’t remember hearing it said between my parents, and I don’t remember hearing it said to us, though I’m sure it was. My parents say it now, and children are scads more appealing as toddlers. … Continue reading Love is a verb.
We’re not an honest species and I wonder about that. Telling the truth isn’t something we do as a matter of course. Lying is in our genes; we do it well and frequently. I’ve found myself lying to people for no reason other than the opportunity was there, and the brain went for it. Little untruths, lies about an upcoming event or something in a … Continue reading Lie to everyone, except yourself.
From Famine to Feast 