Scenes therein…
Category: Insight
Wicked Lessons
Good lesson yesterday about adjusting, backing off, letting be, trusting. Letting go of the immediate, the angst. She taught me that yesterday. A lesson I hope will help us both in the future, especially as she transitions through adolescence to adulthood. I’ll be ready to listen; I’ll be ready to hold her, support her. And …
Wicked Dad
I remember when I was a kid, sometimes we used the word "wicked" to mean "cool", etc. I'd like to think I'm a "wicked dad" in that context....but just now, feeling pretty far from it. Weird day, best intentions sideways, some practical tasks completed, but big picture, I'm feeling wicked in the old-fashioned sense of …
Anxiety: In the Darkness
Funny thing thinking about, writing about anxiety. I see different angles at different times. No surprise, really. That's how anxiety works; that's how our life experience works. Anxiety is part of it. Sure it can be overwhelming, crippling, devastating, even deadly...but then again, it's just part of life too. I don't experience it in a …
Anxiety: Shape Shifter
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 …
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.
Bump Along
It’s the way forward sometimes, accept it, that’s it, that’s the post, Bump along.
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, …
Why Write, To Blog
I think I’ve talked about this before, why I write and more important, why some of that writing — most these days — ends up here. It’s simple. This is me. These thoughts and creativity are my outreach to the universe, to put Jeff out there, Authentically me. So that’s what you get, Authentically me, …
1/2_Full, All GOOD 