Motherhood: A Story of Perserverance
Reaching Eighty
An achievement unlocked
A Life of Discomfort
I wish I valued myself more.
Permutations of Self
The Mirage of Achievements Past, Present, and Future Photo by Christian Fregnan on Unsplash Do you a picture in your head of who you’re “supposed to be”? The ideal you, a glossy stock photograph that’s boxed into a frame of “self”? I spent all my life with a perfect idea, unobtained. It was a dream, … Continue reading Permutations of Self
I Lost My Motivation
If you’re reading this, I must have reclaimed some amount of it. Photo by Fab Lentz on Unsplash I haven’t written in about two weeks. It’s funny, I’ve only this goal to write consistently for about two or three months. It’s a short time, but I’d filled it with promises. I’d write something every day, whether … Continue reading I Lost My Motivation
Does Anyone Else Feel “Broken”?
Advice from the Patchwork Girl Photo by Tamara Bellis on Unsplash I’ve always had this feeling that my life was abnormal or “broken”. I don’t quite know why. What is so “weird” about me, at the end of the day? But I’ve always been convinced that something is. Some indefinable quality that makes me an … Continue reading Does Anyone Else Feel “Broken”?
Angry Intentions
I’ve got a specific set of skills. Photo by Gemma Evans on Unsplash Sometimes it feels like I’ve spent my adulthood learning how to be eternally frustrated. It pops up randomly, in little things. The dirty kitchen, an interaction with the office mooch. Not finding anything I want to wear in my closet. None of these … Continue reading Angry Intentions
What the Hell is an Epilator, and Wouldn’t I be Better Off Just Burning the Hair from My Legs?
Eh. Yeah, probably. Photo by Mel Poole on Unsplash Man, Western Beauty standards, am I right? Such a shame I’m choosing to run what feels like an angry clump of ants over my leg once a week. What’s that? I could stop any time and I don’t need to care what other people think about … Continue reading What the Hell is an Epilator, and Wouldn’t I be Better Off Just Burning the Hair from My Legs?
Diagnosis Day: My Diabetic Sweet Sixteen
Yes, I was diagnosed with Diabetes on “Pi” day. I know. I’ve spent all day wanting to write about this, but drawing a blank. I want to say: Being diagnosed changed my life! But honestly, I think that’s a lie. I want to cry: Diabetes took something from me! It didn’t. I want to crow: Diabetes gave me something you … Continue reading Diagnosis Day: My Diabetic Sweet Sixteen
How We Consume Stories
Controllers, smartphones, and remotes welcome. Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash There's a small, old fashioned part of my soul that gets fussy about books. It's the smell, I think. Or perhaps the reverent quiet and stillness of libraries is my version of sacred. This corner of my soul, while full of admirable dignity, tends … Continue reading How We Consume Stories
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