I got triggered by something someone did the other day and it helped me identify a really old way of thinking and being that I’m 99.7% over.But that 0.3% jams me up from time to time, especially during the holidays.I don’t like that.
Read MoreI’m in bed, slept in.I can hear Charlie Brown blasting on the TV in the living room.I know what’s happening.Ax is watching his show while eating chocolate chip waffles his dad made.It’s Sunday and that’s what happens on Sunday morning at our house
Read MoreIn some situations, counting to ten, or even 100, just doesn’t cut it.It’s not enough to get my brain back in my body and stop whatever emotional hijacking is going on.
Read MoreI asked Ax what I should write about today and he gave me this title.Right now he’s embarked on an 882-piece dragon which he’s methodically constructing step-by-step using the 163-page instruction booklet.
Read MoreI was going to write about money and economic insecurity today, because I visited my friend Fiona who legit lives on almost nothing and is going to be having even less coming in soon because the grant she’s had for a few years is not being renewed. So she’s scared.
Read MoreLast weekend I took a pleasure walk for the first time in more than a year. My friend Kyle and I made it about a mile before my foot started hurting, not a ton, just enough to make me stop walking and call for a pick-up from Kyle’s husband.
Read MoreThe good thing about when physical pain gets loud is there isn’t a lot of choice about whether or not to change something to feel better. Something’s gotta change.
Read MoreGod, seriously? WTF. The doctor says I have a herniated disc and shouldn’t sit on the newish white sectional anymore. Oy! Its fluffy fluffy fluffy luxurious deep down contours which require oh-so-decadent slouching are exacerbating a newish back problem.
Read MoreThere’s a whole lotta magic available to me, I’m just starting to see. For reals. Thing is, it’s not wave a wand and poof type magic, it’s more plod plod plod plod plod plod plod and, “Wow I’m not what I was before” magic.
Read MoreSo I’m looking out the biggish window in the front of our house, at the bushy green wall of ficus hedges we planted, and the ice blue pre-dawn sky above them. There are a few Dr. Seuss looking trees in the distance, pom pom puffs hanging from spindley branches reaching high in the sky.
Read MoreMy body and my mind feel like solid rock some days. On those days, there’s so little give, so little space, that it’s an effort to simply walk. My back gets tight. I know it’s exacerbated by stress, or maybe even caused by stress.
Read MoreAs a quasi-agnostic, I don’t love the word miracles, but it has a much better ring to it than “really unexpected good things.” Court Surprisingly Good Things. Nope, doesn’t do it the same way. And when I look at the world through wonder-colored glasses, miracle-courting glasses, it’s a much better place to be.
Read MoreThere’s a character who’s on my side completely, on the side of my higher, more ephemeral self. The self that’s stronger than Evie, the evil inner critic, stronger than Princess Wah Wah, the inner grandiose victim, and bigger than Jenna, the merry domestic goddess.
Read MoreHonestly, at the peak of the flea situation I was ready to get rid of Cleo. Not permanently, just while she got de-flea’d. I know this thought makes me a bad cat person, possibly a bad person in general. But I’ve always considered myself a dog person who is too lazy and selfish to take care of dogs and therefore has a cat.
Read MoreIt’s been 8 days since my last post, probably the longest break I’ve had in three years. I thought about posting, I even wrote some titles, but didn’t give myself the tiny amount of focused time it takes to complete one. For all kinds of good reasons of course. And then I wonder why it was a turbulent week.
Read MoreIn the face of a big white wall, I’ve been known to paint on canvas and hang it up. And my hubby Mike seems to enjoy the results, and so do I. There’s a big white all in our living room however that I’ve left unadorned.
Read MoreThe cure for not enough-itis is not more, it’s a change in perspective. I know that, and you probably know that, and yet not enough-itis still creeps in if unattended. And there’s a culture of consumption that encourages the (diseased) way of thinking that more will lead to — peace? Happiness? Safety? A sense of worthiness?
Read MoreWe’re so lucky sometimes it’s hard to fathom. Like today, we have heat for our home, clean water to drink, healthy food to eat, even chocolate. The grey sky outside is morning mist, not smoke, I’m pretty sure, and we are safe. At this moment we are safe.
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