A few weeks ago, I downloaded an app to help me keep track of household chores. Today, I'll share my thoughts on how it's going. Tody - Smarter Cleaning app The reason I searched for an app is twofold. First, I never remember to do tasks until the evidence that they haven't been done in … Continue reading Day 19: Unf*cking Chores
Yesterday was day 4 of the challenge to honor achievements rather than focus on failures, and I proudly made progress in this regard. Did you? The hope/goal is by the end of 2020 I'll have unfucked my habitat. Perhaps other aspects of my life, as well. My Christmas tree has been taken down. The floor … Continue reading Day 4: The Unf*cking Continues
It's easy to lose sight of good things when in the midst of a depressive spell. Please remember this: one can be thankful without feeling happy. I am thankful for my friendships. For the roof over my head, the hot water and heat that both work, the clothes I wear, the privileged life I lead. … Continue reading Depression and… feeling thankful?
I am 43 years old. I have been in the workforce since I was 14. I have been employed with my current company since I was 29. And until yesterday, I have never in my life asked for a raise. It's not clear to me when I first realized this was something I should, perhaps, … Continue reading Finding Courage To Ask For A Raise
Yesterday morning, I bemoaned not having a partner to help me while I'm laid up with back pain. Later in the day, I found a solution. I hired someone from taskrabbit to come help me with some chores. I found a solution I'm comfortable with, and I'm proud of this. Here is what I wrote … Continue reading Taking care of business
A thought. Now might not be the right time to disappear. Now might not be the right time to be silent. Now might not be the right time to show the world what things would be like without you around. Now might be the time to be loud. Now just might be the right time … Continue reading Why I Won’t Go Dark
Dear Current Self, It's been thirty years since we lived with the Narcissist. Thirty years have gone by. The whole horrible experience seems like such a blip now. In the grand scheme of things, the relationship only lasted a very brief period of time. But those are the views of a 70-year-old. It is not … Continue reading Letter from my Older Self to my Current Self
My wish for you is that you soften with age. You who wears your dark eyeliner and black clothing and chunky silver jewelry as armor, allowing it to be your protection against the world. You, who probably is fooling nobody with your attempts at toughness, but feels sufficiently defended to battle a world that you feel … Continue reading Letter to a Younger Self