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Chatty

I have been playing with ChatGPT a bit lately. It’s an excellent crutch for people like me who question their every move with cripplingly minute detail. I can ask it questions I already know the answer to, and have it soothe me with vague validation that henceforth emboldens me toward action. I can ask it,… Read More »Chatty

It is what it is

Someone in my life once ranted about how they hate that phrase. It quietly enraged them, in fact. So inane. So pointless. So infuriating. I smiled politely and didn’t bother to mention that I happen to quite like it. I certainly didn’t venture to posit that, perhaps, their anger toward it might suggest some issues… Read More »It is what it is

Wordgame: Red

I am very partial to a red lipstick. If I was the type of person to put myself together every day, I’d probably like to be a regular red lipstick sort of person. As it is, though, I only wear red lipstick about twice a year. And, even then, when it’s either Christmas or fancy… Read More »Wordgame: Red

Mitigation

I am attention grabbing by nature. I’m tall and ‘attractive’, to kick things off. I like to wear bright colours, and items that would generally be considered statements. I have big eyes, and I use them extensively. My walk is more of a dance to the music, and I’m often grinning for no good reason.… Read More »Mitigation

Proximity

I started a new job this week. One of the things this means for my life is that I now must regularly travel to the office. One of the things this means for my life is partaking in public transport during rush hour. Namely the local Metro system. The first day this went remarkably smoothly.… Read More »Proximity

Making it something

Lately, just as an exercise to prove I’m not self-obsessed, I’ve been trying to think of posts I could write that don’t start with ‘I’. I’m not very good at it. Maybe all I’m good at is airing my dirty brain laundry. I’ve also been thinking about ways I can introduce additional streams of income… Read More »Making it something

Just a piece

I’m not here to challenge you. Should I be? I wrote somewhere around here about reading (or, more accurately, listening to) Untamed by Glennon Doyle and having it floor me. Because when I listened to her stories about herself and her life, I vividly saw myself and my life, completely different and yet somehow the… Read More »Just a piece

Sifting sharp pieces

Something I have realised I need to do some serious work on right now is owning my mistakes, missteps and failures more authentically. I instinctively absorb blame whenever a situation doesn’t go as I’d like. Because of this, and because of the story that blame creates in me, I will ruminate over how to make… Read More »Sifting sharp pieces

A mild quarrel

I had plenty of sleep last night, and woke up feeling lively. My son and I danced, and made stamp pictures, and talked about Pokemon, and were out earlier than usual to get some things to supplement our breakfast from the local shop, which we then enjoyed as a sort of mini morning picnic on… Read More »A mild quarrel

Holding hands

I try to live my life believing that if I do what feels, to me, like the right thing, something good will come of it. It may be invisible, it may be tangential, but it will be; something, somewhere. That’s not the kind of thing a human like me will ever be able to prove.… Read More »Holding hands