I expected my childish behaviors and wallowing to win out and comfort me in my pity blanket.
Because like everything else in life, these pieces that make up the whole are complex, simple, honest, and lying, all at the same time.
It is a practice in acceptance, a discovery of more tolerance, and a space clearing exercise that helps in these confined times.
The signs we put up at first are right on the edges of those places of thought, right next to the addictions, those destinies of disaster.
Working on accepting the hard to accept The warm air felt almost otherworldly as I took my bike on a long overdue ride. I had to get out of the house, there was nothing wrong other than the confinement of the last few months. The clearing of the mind was almost an emergency order as... Continue Reading →
Writing was always a form of therapy, typing the thoughts out often makes things clearer, I see where my mistakes were made, or where the juxtaposition of my thinking took a header off the cliff.
I am pretty sure others have their point of the year. That time when the epitome's of life desire a turn in the path, a jog in another direction. The existential nature, and nurture takes hold of long term visions, shorter term goals, and life's eventualities... If it doesn't work, try something else. Historically these... Continue Reading →
A multi-faceted application of sticking your fingers in your ears and humming a tune. Sometimes you realize you are doing it, and sometimes... Not so much.
Those people I knew for a minute shaped more than I realize, and the ones I have known for years, less than I would readily admit.