Back to Square 1.5

Well, here we are, post allergy clinic assessment, which I had hoped would be the start to a major chunk of my road to regaining my health, because getting the histamine under control is indeed a prerequisite for so many other important, healthy steps, and I was really excited about getting that ball rolling.  Six … More Back to Square 1.5

Screw it

I’ve been lacking motivation lately; that’s no secret.  It’s been a struggle to get through each day.  I’ve been aimlessly wandering, trying to rediscover my purpose, trying to find my mojo, trying to get back on the horse, trying to recover myself again. I’ve been lost. Today, a little voice whispered, “screw it”. This little … More Screw it

Reflections on my 30s: my decade in review

I rang in my 30s–or should I say I sang in my 30s–at a north Dallas-area mall in an “up and coming” suburb, by belting out contemporary Disney tunes–specifically “Arabian Nights”, high on a dark chocolate shake and full of good mood food from The Cheesecake Factory, after which I loudly proclaimed that my 30s … More Reflections on my 30s: my decade in review

‘You are here’ ~ My end-of-August report card 

Because Accountability. And motivation and stuff.  (Don’t forget the “stuff”.) 😉 Writing these has actually become sort of a lifeline; I’ve been so lacking in motivation lately that it’s mind-boggling.  I find myself sitting and staring, with a growing to-do list, but still at a loss for what to do. I’ve been spending a lot … More ‘You are here’ ~ My end-of-August report card 

Miscellaneous thought soup ~ 8-11-2017

It’s a beautiful evening.  The sun has dipped down behind the trees, relieving our part of the earth’s surface (and its inhabitants) of its scorching rays, even if the temperature remains at an unnatural height.  I’m sitting on the deck overlooking the grassy wooded courtyard of our apartment complex, swatting away the incessant mosquitos, which … More Miscellaneous thought soup ~ 8-11-2017

Back from the deep

It was a trying week. I had another breakdown. This one wasn’t my fault. It came through the realization of the possibility that my partner may actually be mentally ill.  Maybe he is, and maybe he isn’t. The loneliness I felt Monday night into Tuesday morning is the kind that dissolves your insides in acid, … More Back from the deep