Last year was filled with successes and failures, pain and… respite. I have attempted to decompress by unplugging and rebooting, but my problems persist because they are of my own making. You can not remove a virus with a reboot. Floating, detached from life’s challenges, I focus on the minutiae of my to-do list, one … Continue reading Fighting Ivy in 2024
Did you catch the Republican debate last night? Yeah, neither did I. I’ll tell you why, then move on. They lie, so what’s the point of listening? We all recognize the contenders; they are the usual suspects. None are honest. None would do anything but work for wealthy donors. Oh, look. There is one new … Continue reading Did You Watch the Debate? Neither Did I. Let’s Talk About Something Else.
Detachment Every day, I comb through news stories, hoping to find something that sparks my interest and compels me to share my thoughts. There are countless topics to choose from, but it often feels like a repetition of the same issues I’ve already made note of. It's not boredom that I feel; rather, it's a … Continue reading Apathetic News for Everyone
To find help 24/7, call 1-800-662-HELP or visit FindSupport.gov. Because May is National Mental Health Awareness Month, I’d like to dedicate this post to my fellow crazies. I’m right there with you. Let’s not forget to laugh. We can survive another May day with a little positive thinking. There is a quote that helps me … Continue reading Mental Health Awareness Month
“The door to happiness opens outward.” ~Soren Kierkegaard Doors are the subject of countless quotes, and my favorite is Kierkegaard’s. A door opening outward exudes hope, promises escape, offers sunshine, air, and limitless possibilities. The last time I escaped through a door that opened outward, searching for happiness, I instead found groceries and lead footed … Continue reading Open the Door
I have grown children, and that’s the closest I’ll ever come to discussing my age. But having grown children is the reason the act of dumpster diving should be a distant memory for me, and it was. My neighbors across the road are moving. Their home sold in a day, undervalued in my mind. For … Continue reading Pride and Dumpster-Diving
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