Here's a tip: if you're trying to do 30 minutes of yoga a day and you have a massage scheduled in the evening, don't "save" (a.k.a. postpone) the yoga til after the massage. Trust me, your body would rather just relish the loose muscles and sleepy feeling.
Day 3 is in the books, and I'm feeling good! (Not especially, actually. But fake it 'til ya make it.)
I stare at the dregs Half dried Sticky with remnants of honey How did this happen? Water Aromatic herbs Spicy Honey for smooth comfort A touch of sweet Gone now Missing Did I drink it all? I don't recall I took a few sips Still fresh Hot enough to burn Waited for it to cool... Continue Reading →
Fear is the path to the Dark Side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. -Yoda Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. -Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Choose love. Choose to be the light in the... Continue Reading →
Even after almost a year in my new apartment, I am still grateful every single time I open a kitchen cabinet and there are no roaches. The new semester starts next week and I'm really not sure I'm ready for it. Dental nerve pain is the worst. Period. Cheeseburgers are tasty. Meeting new people is... Continue Reading →
A very inspiring, very real look at depression. And a reminder that it often lurks in places least expected. And to keep going, one moment at a time.
Today I went to a tattoo artist, and for $60 I let a man with a giant Jesus-tattoo on his head ink a semi-colon onto my wrist where it will stay until the day I die. By now, enough people have started asking questions that it made sense for me to start talking, and talking about things that aren’t particularly easy.
We’ll start here: a semi-colon is a place in a sentence where the author has the decision to stop with a period, but chooses not to. A semi-colon is a reminder to pause and then keep going.
In April I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. By the beginning of May I was popping anti-depressents every morning with a breakfast I could barely stomach. In June, I had to leave a job I’d wanted since I first set foot on this campus as an incoming freshmen because of my mental…
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Ty is one of my good friends, and a great writer. Give his latest a read. It’s totally worth it. 🙂
This short story is a birthday present I wrote for a friend. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Or… Whatever.
Stephanie Miller and the Sorcerer’s Stone
Stephanie cracked an eyelid, whimpering in frustration. The noise was loud, constant, and unending. The heavy cat lay on her chest, kneading claws scraping at the blanket. “Mmrrooww!!” it screamed again.
“Eeerrgghh… Shut up, Jeff-Jeff.” Stephi groaned, trying to roll over. “Let me sleep.”
Instead the cat crawled closer at signs of life from his owner, kneading harder and purring loud. No, Stephi thought. Not purring… She turned again, re-cracking her eyes to stare at the cat. His eyes were wide and staring and bits of foam flaked at the corner of his mouth as he mewled again. Instantly Stephi was awake, sitting up in bed to wrap her arms around the quivering feline and scanning the room for…
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This article is good, but the message is better. Keep fighting those inner demons. They aren't here to beat you, you are here to beat them. It's terribly hard some days, but every time you fight, you win. Sometimes only a tiny bit, but it's worth it. It's a beginning. Fight your fight, and know... Continue Reading →
It's that time of year again. The time when I curse the good weather and the department of transportation at least a dozen times a day. Because it is seriously not possible to drive anywhere in this town without detours and delays. Anywhere. I took a detour of my own today, using side streets rather... Continue Reading →