We gotta shift this time paradigm, y’all. I’m beginning to feel like a broken record, because I have done major posts about how we can transform our relationship with Time at least twice before (here and here), but recent confirmation has come my way that has caused me to renew my crusade. At the risk […]
Dysfunction can be habit forming. It’s amazing the number of people who continue to suffer because they are afraid that if they resolve old wounds or aren’t in pain anymore, they will no longer be who they are. And in a way, that’s great, because obviously they like who they are and don’t want to
There’s no danger of our lights being turned off, or of us running out of food. Our cars are paid off, and there’s money to have some life once in a while. I have the intense luxury of waking up every morning feeling relaxed, happy and looking forward to a great day. How lucky is that?
I’ve worked hard the last couple of years to make my life a drama-free zone. It hasn’t been easy, and there are long relationships that are tenuous and uncomfortable now, but I’m so much happier for it. Life is hard enough without people who can’t seem to keep their shit together putting their shit-fans on
My patience is waning for women who side with the Patriarchy when it comes to equal pay and rape culture. “Why do we have a women’s day? When is men’s day?” Well, if you are white and male every frickin’ day, really, but officially it’s November 19th. “If women want equal pay then they should
I keep meeting kids that have these labels, you know the ones: bi-polar, social anxiety, ADHD, autism, depression, schizophrenia, PTSD, and all of the blendings and flavors around and between. In fact, nearly every person under 35 that I have met in as long as I can remember has been diagnosed with some version of
I’ve been drawing the Temperance card in practically all of my morning Tarot check-ins. Oh, sure, I’ve been a big believer in moderation being for monks, and sometimes you have to have too much to know where enough really is and all that rot – and it hasn’t really served me all that well, to
My heart broke again a few days ago when I saw the news about yet another school shooting. And then I got extremely pissed when I saw a chart showing one of my state’s senators as having accepted over $3 million in money from the NRA. My teeth are clenching right now. I am doubly
I had a really interesting chat with a friend recently, who brought up the idea that sometimes, self-destructive things can push you past being stuck where you don’t want to be. Not necessarily in the “you have to hit rock bottom before you can start to climb up” kind of way, though sadly there are
I wrote a blog post yesterday (Thursday, actually). And I saved, and saved, and previewed and proofed and saved . . . and then I added an image, and when I previewed with the image, the image wouldn’t show up. So I did stuff, removed and added it back, saved, yadda yadda yadda, and when
