There’s something about the nature of being human that often seems like we’re looking for a fight. Maybe it’s how we’re brought up. Maybe it’s the whole “no pain, no gain” that is spoken so easily without really examining the implications of following that advice. Actually, maybe it’s not really the nature of being human, but the complete opposite. I don’t think it’s our nature to want to be confrontational or combative. And I’m not even talking about with other people, I’m talking about how we are with ourselves. Continue reading
Everyday we are bombarded with all sorts of propaganda and messages trying to tell us what we need. We need face creams to look younger, we need money to feel sexy, we need to own a house to be a good parent, we need brand name clothes to feel like we fit in. We need, we need, we need…but do we really? Continue reading
I keep having this dream about having to climb over mountains made out of cardboard boxes in order to get to where I want to go. I wake up in a cold sweat and realize…
it’s not a dream. Continue reading
Forgive me for the void between posts. My writing about life came to a bit of a snag because of…life. Ah, life. How you are full of so many twists and turns. And potholes.
Speaking of potholes, while I was driving the other day in a particularly bad area of Boston construction on a particularly bad day on my way to do a particularly difficult task, a tiny thought managed to make its way into the tightly clenched fist my brain had become.
Your grip is too tight. Let it go. Continue reading
I’m the opposite of a packrat.
I love the feeling of gettingridofstuff. I tear through closets and drawers like a cyclone of fabric. I throw books off shelves like they contain the plague. I shred bills and paperwork like a rabid hamster. I constantly reduce clutter and excess. I give it away, I sell it, I throw it out. Get outta my space!
But I’m only human. Continue reading