It ebbs and flows, anxiety. It’s a fluid, dynamic thing. Sometimes it washes over; other times it laps laps laps gently on the shore. It can turn violent in an instant, that’s my experience. Anxiety is a shape shifter; it comes in the darkness, finding its way to your demise. How can it optimize it’s …
Month: August 2021
Anxiety: Constant Reminder
Anxiety is a constant reminder. At 3:00am it pops up. Thoughts churn. What is simmering on my mental back-burner? Those things are in the slow-cooker of my anxiety. It’s a revolving menu. Let them cook.
Anxiety: My Superpower
I’ve lived with it most all of my life; anxiety since I was maybe 8 or 9. Everyday. I thought I’d grow out of it; i prayed I’d grow out of it. Not the case. And with more responsibilities and set-backs over the years, the anxiety becomes a more engrained part of my existence. Lately …
Blog Like A Tweet
Sometimes maybe short and sweet is preferred. A simple thought, something comes to mind, share out, voila, done. Using this blog platform for that sort of daring little write, it feels just right. A little twist, nugget, feel it, rub it, smooth, fun, good, GOOD.
Bump Along
It’s the way forward sometimes, accept it, that’s it, that’s the post, Bump along.
Navy Life
I don’t know much about it, Navy Life. None of my immediate family were military folk. But on my mom’s side of the family, Her cousin B was in the Navy during the Vietnam War; not much choice. That cousin’s son, Z, went in the Marines out of high school. He was in four years. …
Happy and Helpful
My nightly request, daily request, chiding, striving, cajoling my three, Kids, please, do as I ask, prod, press, pray, For quiet, happy, helpful, Kids, Good Night.
Lyrics Post: “Beast of Burden”
It’s a cool song, “Beast of Burden” by The Rolling Stones. But it’s the beat, the drums, the drummer, that’s what this post is about. The band’s drummer, Charlie Watts, died this week at the age of 80. Listening to a remembrance on the radio, I was struck by two points. First, he is regarded …
Consider Your Socks
I consider my socks often, most work day mornings. Tho’ few people ever see them, my choice each day helps me set the tone. I like fun socks. Consider them. Simple pleasure, last a long time, joy repeated again and again. GOOD.
Insomniac Interlude
Been a year maybe, since this started; since the wheels of divorce started turning, Middle of the night, dreams wake me, clock stares back at me, words pour out. In my mind churning, this and that in flux, uncertain, unsettled. Mine to manage, improve, solve. What to do, say? Anyway, plenty of time to manage, …
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