I got a surprise Fitbit for Christmas. It coincided with me signing up for an online yoga class membership, and together they have helped to reignite my love for Kundalini yoga. There is something about Kundalini yoga that I just really, really like. Even before I had ever tried it, or really understood what it… Read More »Wholesome torment
I have a habit of giving my power away in the very moments when I should claim it. No, it’s not a habit. It’s a deeply embedded instinct for survival that, presumably, at some point, served me, but no longer makes any sense in my life. I’m very clear with myself that I’m responsible for… Read More »My face, their shit.
I have a bunch of unpublished drafts sitting around here. It’s not that I forgot about this place. It’s not that I didn’t want to write. In part, I was concerned that I had more ‘important’ things to be doing, and spending my time on this every day would be detrimental. In part, I had… Read More »Paper trail
Sometimes I miss who I used to be. Mostly not. But occasionally, in an old photo, I’ll see a glimpse of a girl I’d forgotten I’d been, who hadn’t gone through quite so many traumas and challenges, and who probably wasn’t really as bad as I sometimes like to condemn her as. And I rue… Read More »Lost to the grind
Lying in bed one night the other week, an idea for a blog post hit me in a most inconvenient way. The kind of way that made it difficult not to get up and write it right then. But it was already about midnight and I didn’t want to fuck up my sleeping pattern even… Read More »Textual constipation
Lost momentum is hard to regain. At this point, I’m really just aware that in the not so distant past, I had a nice amount of momentum. I remember kind of what that felt like, and certainly that it was good. But I can’t really connect with it anymore. I’m pretty sure that for a… Read More »Naughty comfort bubble
I ate something with soy in at the weekend. Soy is my own personal doomfruit. I know it’s not a fruit, but I feel like if a foodstuff is going to be prefixed with ‘doom’, it’s going to have to be a fruit. Although, okay, I will grant you, there’s something quite charming about a… Read More »The Doom-legume
Sometimes I look around my room at night, after I’ve put my son to bed, and partially ticked off my to-do list, and I assess the things I haven’t bothered to put away because they’ll just be out again tomorrow and I’d rather do something else. And I wonder: does anybody else live like this?… Read More »Living like this
It’s quite tiring living in such a complex world. I try to be informed, and I try to pick balanced sources. I know everything is biased, I know everything has an agenda, and we have to be careful with that. I know I’m inclined to radical ideas and radical responses, and I have to be… Read More »Stacked odds
I didn’t spend today doing the thing I had intended to do. The thing that was really set in stone as necessary to do today, I did very little of. I didn’t achieve my goal of completing it. Instead, I got sidetracked catching up on the things I had been neglecting in the week. Mostly… Read More »Accidental wisdom