I’ve not been keeping up with my posts for the past few weeks. There’s a simple reason – I was busy being heartbroken. It took all those weeks to decide on whether to end a relationship I’d been in since 2013, and man, it was really tough getting there. There’s the well-known five stages of… Read More Five (Messy, Jumbled) Stages of Grief
Day 6: It Ain’t Over Till the Fat Kitty Sings Alright alright alright, new day and I am pumped! Reason: Last night I hit on something super fun to do today with my greedy, grasping Popperkins – an exercise routine! (It must be noted that this is something his mom has conspicuously failed to instill… Read More 10 Days of Screwing-the-Routine: Day 6
Day 4: She Makes Art for No Money [Returning after a week of no posts – life got in the way] Today’s screw-the-routine was targetted at my down times. Specifically, I was thinking of a sentiment expressed by a Dutch designer whose talk I attended. “I’m a creator,” he exclaimed. “I’m not just a consumer. Even when… Read More 10 Days of Screwing-the-Routine: Day 4
Oh depression you sneaky-ass bastard. For years I’ve been trying to make sense of his (let’s go with “his”, because. Just because. I’m not fighting about this) unwanted visits so I can predict when I’m suddenly going to find an unwanted visitor chowing down my cereal. I’ve tried to spot patterns (is it always Thursdays… Read More That Sneaky Bastard: depression triggers and mood tracking
I recently came upon this great piece at the lovely site Girls of A Certain Age. (I just turned 35, but I’ve been a Girl of A Certain Age since I was 23.) The short article begins: “This may be completely off the mark, but as someone who is recently divorced and living alone at 43,… Read More All By Myself
I have instituted a system of mandatory morning and night cuddles with the kitties. The concept is simple. When I emerge from my bedroom in the morning, the three boys and one girl get picked up against their will and squeezed (this includes high-pitched embarrassing cooing) before they get fed. When I get home from… Read More Mandatory Cuddles
Depression Rules 