Anxiety is a thief. The source is irrelevant. Be it work, motherhood, dating- the effect is always the same. A racing mind. Lack of focus. Bouncing knee. Tears entombed in a tight chest. Heavy sighs collapsing before relief. Anxiety steals my ability to fill my lungs completely. When the disquiet seizes my breath, I diligently … Continue reading Getting lost in the wrong moments
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Apprehension seizes the words
I adore Brene Brown. Her studies and subsequent Ted Talks and Netflix special on vulnerability have given me many moments of introspection over the years. In a moment of difficulty to sleep, I decided to turn on one of her podcasts. I must admit, I am a terrible podcast listener. I am not consistent. Not … Continue reading Apprehension seizes the words
Still human, damn.
A few weeks ago I began a post with this wining prose: "I think it has finally happened. I have become either John or Max from Grumpy Old Men. It's a tossup which one, at this point. I am crotchety. The internet irritates me. The media grinds my gears even more. And mostly what I … Continue reading Still human, damn.
Little bit o’ avoidance
I haven't been writing. Well, that's not accurate. I haven't been publishing. I have been writing. Clicking away at the keys to create a million drafts that are only a few paragraphs long, before I abandon them. Succumbing to what I deemed a pressure-induced writers block. But now that I have determined to face that … Continue reading Little bit o’ avoidance