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Life’s been a slump as of late. Ths feeling of stuckness, of fighting up a hill that never ends when I can’t see the top… where to go from here? It’s unclear sometimes, even though I think I’m better than where I was a month or so ago. I have more projects, more things to do for joy than for some alterior purposeor just for money. Not that money is unimportant, or necessarily bad; it’s just that I want to do things for me, not for someone else’s dream to earn my keep, persay.
Shelby tore the coarse fabric from the end of the dress where it had dragged in chalky mud. Of course the dress was already ruined; her fuming mind thought only that if she could possibly save any part of the dress she could mend it, or sew the rescued piece as a patch, or make…
Although I thought it would be easier post-pandemic, I still find guilt and difficulty in resting, in taking time to do nothing, unless I literally cannot do something. I tend to push myself, ever the perfectionist. And I realize that, like OCD, although it can be difficult to get past that tendency it’s something I…
Little things add up. It can be difficult to notice the pileup in a world where, even post-pandemic, the push is to go and go and go. I also know that I and others have been conditioned to play the Trauma Olympics – those “It could be worse” thoughts that keep us running a rat…
It’s never been can or can’t with you, it’s will or won’t. My dad’s said that to/about me since I was a little girl. I used to take it as an insult, meaning that I was too pigheaded, too stubborn, too lazy. But now I’m looking at it a new way: I set boundaries, I…
Guerilla: of or relating to an unauthorized, edgy, or disruptive version of an activity. Come with me as I “guerilla garden” the front lawn of my complex with some local natives from the ever-lovely Bowman’s Hill nursery. In the case of making a more natural lawn: ask forgiveness, not permission.
Urban Habitat 