It’s been a rough few days. And I’m proud of myself. I haven’t succumbed to the sinkhole of self-pity (though I’ve certainly dipped my toe into the pond of self-righteousness). I’m able, for now, to maintain perspective. And that is new. In my process of breaking out of the binary, I’m beginning to recognize moreContinue reading “Rough few days/What I’d Tell My Daughter”
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Keeping it Simple.
As you may have inferred, I am not much of a cook. I can, and will, cook to feed myself and my family out of necessity but not necessarily full of joy. I know I feel better when I eat more plants (grains, fruits, veg), but I also know “plant based recipes” tend to beContinue reading “Keeping it Simple.”
Whispers of Autumn
It’s starting— the weather’s shifting, coughs are getting deeper, green is fading to gold, and I get to wear scarves. GAME ON. California catches a lot of flack for “not having seasons,” which we do, they’re just kinda chill about it. Nothing too extreme. (Until everything catches fire again but shhhh) Our neighbor’s tree isContinue reading “Whispers of Autumn”
Post-It Sized Cage
For over a year I’ve had a post-it with various weight ranges and categories listed. As a reminder. A post-it sized cage. I’ve spun some pretty spectacular bullshit to justify its existence: That the range helps me from focusing on a single number, that it helps me keep perspective, that it keeps me accountable, that it preventsContinue reading “Post-It Sized Cage”
Unrecovered
I’m safeguarding my disorder to insure that it will continue. So It will survive. It will go underground and change its name to Wellness and garner so much applause it’d keep Tinkerbell alive forever.
Saturday Insight
I used to despair at what I could not do.The things I could Not Change.I would rage and weep and thrash and exhaust. Now I practice acknowledgment. I see it and grieve it. Mourn and move onTo what I Can Do.
Caterpillar Soup
I can’t make this up. I learned this from my kindergartner.
Lessons in Unlearning
My child is six. She has lived a short period of time and yet has learned so much. She tells me that the sun is a star and that blood is made in our bones. She also asks a LOT of questions, like are mosquitoes REAL, and what about dragons? Her world is full ofContinue reading “Lessons in Unlearning”
Powerlessness
I’m (slowly) recognizing where my power lives, and where it does not. I’ve spent most of my life trying to flex my power. “Intellect over instinct,” my dance teacher told me, and I became a master of overriding my body’s natural cues. Hunger, fatigue, pain, nothing stopped me or even slowed me down. I walkedContinue reading “Powerlessness”
Mosaics
Last year, at this time, I was still living in hope. I was living with a promise, and I hadn’t yet experienced the worst day of my life. (The worst day of your life so far… I have to add) #simpsons I thought Christmas would be harder than it turned out to be. New Year, it turns out, isContinue reading “Mosaics”
Pretty Good Ugly 