What are you going to be when you grow up – an off-the-cuff joint.

This is not the post I planned, but I haven’t written that one beyond a title. However, if one has decided depression recovery lies in the doing, skipping the doing is probably a bad idea. Or so I’ve heard. I’m fifty-four years old and still trying to figure out what I’m going to do with my life. I’ve never had a real plan. I wanted … Continue reading What are you going to be when you grow up – an off-the-cuff joint.

I think well when I putter.

I’m good at avoidance. I should be – I’ve had a lifetime of practice. What’s an eating disorder if not an attempt to escape from an unpalatable reality? Are there palatable realities? I’m starting to doubt it. My reality has been unpleasant of late. Unpleasant and challenging. It’s been a year. A year of surgeries, cancers, near-death experiences, hospital stays, and mental and emotional angst. … Continue reading I think well when I putter.