My Christmas tree looks pretty sparse this year. I just pulled out the musical instrument ornaments I went crazy over last year and put them on, and I'm getting some of those "s'more" figure ones in the mail soon... but I left the colorful plastic multicolored bubbles on hooks in the box. I just didn't … Continue reading Being generally tired for not much reason…
Well, my plan to be gone from work by this past Friday has gone by the wayside, mainly because they've just become even more short staffed in the past week or so, but also because I'm a terrible wuss who can't seem to scrub that "doormat" tattoo off my forehead no matter how I try. … Continue reading Persistent headaches & funny discoveries…
I'm still on the fence about this, and I've been thinking about it since the talk of self-quarantine started coming up in the media. It's just weird to see it out in the real world, too. It looks pretty lonely out beyond work. I'm a work to home person for the most part. Get things … Continue reading A bad time to be a “recovering recluse?”…
I've been out of it all week. Work, sleep, work, clean, sleep, work, sleep... and all along, eating the worst things each day. I had a few good days, but they taught me a few things I should've figured out from all the other times I've tried and failed to get off the fast food … Continue reading My New Baby Steps Toward Healthier Eating…
Well, this one is almost me today this month, except substitute the words "time for a book" for "TV" and "time for sleep" for "beer" and I'd have to say we're damned close. I haven't had the chance to enjoy kickboxing in weeks, and I'm sure there are some at the mats who wonder if … Continue reading Putting all you enjoy on the back-burner because of work…
I thought I was in the clear. After working in the morning and a short detour to try and relax (it didn't work because I didn't have much time, and a lengthy phone call about practically nothing from mom that I still don't get), I set off for the offsite job. At least the traffic … Continue reading Fighting the Fog, part 2…
I've lost count how many times I've started this 12 week program, only to stop around week 4 or 5 (I made it to week 8 at one point. It's not like it's a crazy boot camp or anything like that. Rather, it's that even though I wanted my creativity to flourish and take over, … Continue reading Beginning “The Artist’s Way” morning pages… again.
I find it weird how some weeks happen to work out. This one's been all over the place. I've been coming home falt-out tired and not wanting to read (gasp) or anything much. I guess it's the stress catching up with me and making me just wanna go straight to sleep when I get home. … Continue reading Been one of those brain-dead weeks, working too hard on some things & not enough for others.
(from wikimedia, def not MY garage). It was not my initial plan to live in my garage for a few weeks. When I brought this not-quite-whim up to my therapist, she thought it was a great idea and worth trying. And if I don't like it, I can always fall back on a motel room … Continue reading Practical, or Foolish? Living between homes without a motel room…
I think it's one of those super-obvious things regarding willpower, goals, etc.... but at the same time so damned complex. I get that I had a whole bunch of stuff to try out and experiment with, and that worked out okay, but then another thing and another thing came along until all my plans were … Continue reading Those weeks when it’s probably better if plans are NOT made….
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A recovering recluse stumbles from her dark hole in pursuit of a brighter world (and a decent cup of tea)
A recovering recluse stumbles from her dark hole in pursuit of a brighter world (and a decent cup of tea)
A recovering recluse stumbles from her dark hole in pursuit of a brighter world (and a decent cup of tea)
Caedmon: "Hwæt sceal ic singan?" Angel: "Sing me frumsceaft."
