Jesus fucking Christ I started this blog over four and a half years ago. Imagine if it had been successful??? Could have changed my fucking life! The thing is it did. It has completely served its purpose every step of the way – it has done everything I’ve ever asked of it. I just never… Read More »Easy enough
Someone keeps stealing my fucks. I had a nice week of writing and running the week before last. And all those steps and all those words were pulling my life into order. And all that directed effort was coalescing into a sense of purpose. I was sleeping better, I was eating better, I was doing… Read More »Retrieve the fucks
Lately, I have been waking up in the middle of the night, because my brain has decided that that is a good time to worry about all the things I’ve said and done the previous day, and how I shouldn’t have said or done them, or should have said and done them differently. That’s not… Read More »Lay me down
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.