About Steff
This is my interstellar craft of truth and wit. Buckle up. If you want celebrity gossip, this is not the blog for you. If you want comfortable postings that’ll fill you with happy fuzzy thoughts about the world at large, or self-help guru shit, this is not the blog for you.
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Tag Archives: moving on
Apr
08
2010
Believe, Baby
I’m blogging so much because I don’t want to write my book. You realize this, don’t you?
That’s okay, it’s just temporary. I’m adjusting. Going straight to work on the book is too ballsy psychologically — it’s accepting I’ve really been laid off, and it’s acknowledging that I have choices I need to make about my future.
It’s [...]
Posted in Autobiographical, Being me, writing Also tagged attitude, avoidance, believing the hype, dreams, excuses, recharging, refocusing, unemployment 1 Comment
Being a photographer and loving light, it’s going to be a long time before I get over the regret of missing the sunset-lightning-fireworks for the ages experienced by Vancouver on Saturday night, all for more work on the home, but I will get over it, and then I’ll get to live with the results generated [...]
Posted in Journalling, Specifically Steff, keeping it real Also tagged cleaning, clearing the past, decluttering, getting beyond, home 3 Comments
Jul
20
2009
Everything In Its Place
I sometimes forget I’m a writer. I get out of practice, and then it doesn’t occur to me that, to be true to who I am on any given day, I should be playing with a few words. Sometimes I forget that wrestling hands-on with my experiences and my past is what makes me the [...]
May
11
2009
Ending an Era
It just took a light tap on a sweet spot, but the crystal glass shattered and shards scattered amongst my feet.
It was the last of a crystal wine goblet in a pattern called “Stephanie” that my mother bought with a giggle some 15–20 years ago because they bore my name. And now they’re all gone, just [...]
Posted in Specifically Steff Also tagged mother's day, motherless, the great purge, unshackling 1 Comment
The hardest part of losing weight, I’m finding, is the challenge of identity.
Being fat isn’t just something that happens over the course of a month. Being fat, becoming as fat as I ever got, took me 25 years exactly. 25 years of daily contributing to an obviously ever-growing problem.
From an eight-year-old spending a summer with [...]
Posted in Dimestore Philosophy, Hygiene & Health, Psychology & Moods, Specifically Steff, fitness, weight loss Also tagged childhood, owning the past, self-analysis, weight loss 6 Comments
The Fear of Moving On