When I opened the trunk today to organize the contents of my life in a Chevy Aveo, I saw a perfect vision of paradox. The items in my vehicle were selected carefully and with great consideration; having no known place to live when they were packed I chose the things I knew I’d use, the things that would make me feel the most comfortable anywhere I ended up, and the tools/gear I’d need to do what makes me me. Continue reading Kate Spade and Pure Grit
I’ve lately taken a new approach to life challenges, and while I haven’t been 100% successful in implementing the strategy, it’s definitely work being done. You know, that deep down, personal, soul baring work that get’s no pay check but has priceless rewards…it’s my favorite kind of work to do but hard to make a living on.
Ask yourself this: “What can I do?” There are so many possible meanings to the question…it could be asking with some attitude when the problem faced is one you don’t want responsibility for. It could be asking with a feeling of hopelessness or helplessness when you might be so overwhelmed by suffering and stress that there seem to be absolutely no options at all. It can be asked out of laziness when it’s so much easier to see no alternatives to whatever is currently requiring your attention. Continue reading What Can I Do? On Having NO Excuses.
Right now I’m reading about the effects of nightshades on individuals with autoimmune disease or otherwise compromised immune systems. For several months a little voice has been telling me to consider the nightshade family as a culprit, but my love for all things tomato and pepper related has not allowed me to seriously allow the prospect to become even a mental possibility. Just can’t wrap my head around no more stewed tomatoes. Salsa. Stuffed peppers. Babagannoush. Did I say stewed tomatoes already? Holy hell what would I do without them?!! Continue reading This Hiker’s Journey – On Sacrifice, Wellness, and Genuine-ness
On a Megabus, on the way to New York, again, then to Providence. A few days ago I hiked on the Rachel Carson Greenway Trail, but was so mentally preoccupied with my landlord situation (he’s a total creep and I feel the need to get out, ASAP) that I could not relax enough to write. It was a great 6 mile loop and the exercise helped me work through the anxiety. I totally hit the jackpot too – wild raspberries and blackberries toward the end. YUM! Continue reading On Breaking the Habit of Comparison – HDC to NYC to Providence RI