I don’t know about this. Taking two days to spend with family visiting from out of town? Not going to my day job because I requested off. Not going into my home office and writing? Not worrying about mowing the south 40, or edging around the porch with the weed eater? How is that even possible to not think, worry, obsess, or be anxious about taking care of these … [Read more...] about Can I really take the weekend off?
The past 48 hours have been rough. Or at least that is how I framed it in my head. What really happened was my boss had me work three earlier shifts leading up to the holiday. Although I am more of a morning person, my body was getting used to the closing shifts. Getting home around midnight was not the worst thing in the world. My internal alarm clock was still going … [Read more...] about I got up this morning, the rest will be easy
Who would think you would need spell check for a four-word truck sign? On my way to work yesterday, I ended up behind a tandem dump truck. No big deal, except I would rather be behind a vehicle I can see over, around or through. This helps me feel more confident as I drive. But in heavy traffic, I can make it work. As we got to a traffic light, I really looked at … [Read more...] about Can you see the obvious?
Recently, I was up against the wall. 100 or so days ago, I was sure that I had no way forward; I could not even see that there was a way. It was pitch black, or worse, colorless, and my life was emotionless, too. I was going through the motions, not appreciating or enjoying anything. Just before I checked into the hospital, I was forcing myself to eat. I dropped 12 … [Read more...] about My new idea in my relationship with depression
This frustration is getting to be a thing with me. I have written about it twice before. I have thought about it and put it through my WRAP plan checklist to see if I could figure out why I am feeling frustrated while driving. As I’ve said, I had gotten over this once before. And if I could get over New York and New Jersey drivers, surely, I could relax with backroad country … [Read more...] about Why can’t he count? – My Road Rage continues