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Tag Archives: slowing down
I don’t think I’ve blogged regularly in months, but that’s the nature of lifechange for me. I don’t deal well with change, and it’s possibly why I resist it so hard for so long. That said, there’s a book on ADHD called The Unquiet Mind, and that phrase aptly describes my mental state of the last several [...]
Hello, minions! For some reason, there are more of you reading me than there have been in three or so years, and I’m feeling the pressure to post at least a couple times a week as a result, despite the fact that I’m swimming the seas of crazy in these moving days. God forbid you [...]
Every now and then I hit this mode of sheer panic. It’s that crushing realization that I have a virgin’s chance in hell of surviving my scheduled week. Not a chance. Well, a slim chance if the wind’s at my back, the cosmos aligns, and the sea parts before me. Then, maybe. Somehow we always get it [...]
I am in catch-up mode. We get so ensconced in our lives that all need to remember the wise words of social genius/role model Ferris Bueller: “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” So, when you’re like me and you’ve been out of the [...]
We use words like “empty” and “full” to judge qualities of life – “Oh, he’s amazing, he leads such a full life!“ “Wow. I feel so sorry for her when she leaves to go home, she looks so sad, like her night and life are so empty.” …But how much of those “full” lives is filler? And [...]
I have this nightmare, you see. I dream of one day doing a trek through the wilds of Africa, and there on the Savannah floor, the tall grasses of the veldtland blowing in the plains’ winds, the distant sounds of elephants trumpeting their majesty, lionesses roaring with pride over their conquests, and some fucker’s polyphonic GPS-ready cellphone starts to ring to the tone of Softcell’s “Tainted Love.”