The closet in the basement of my mind where Amy lives creaked open at that point and she casually walked up, wrapped her lizardy arms around me, and whispered, “There there, you rest now.”
For the longest time I only ever had one coping mechanism that I’d classify as healthy, and it’s one that everyone already knows, but because of just that thing it’s become cliched and ignored.
I’ve always called it my psychological fuel, the finite amount of inner, personal resources I have available to use throughout my day. Inside of us all, we have a container that’s constantly being refilled as we draw from it, but not everyone’s container is the same size, not everyone’s inner psychological engine has the same mileage rating, and not everyone’s refill is super efficient.
There’s nothing new about people whinging, I do it all the time (not so much lately). The nifty little catch phrase first-world problem is all over the interwebs these days, a disparaging term meant to highlight the differences between those whingers that have and whoever the person using it decides does not. Sometimes it’s valid. If … Continue reading Everyone Needs Help Now & Again
Well, yesterday’s post knocked me out for pretty much the rest of the day once I’d published it. I’m making a note to spend one entry talking about the glass-size analogy I use to describe how much energy, or personal inner resources, or personal fuel we all have to budget with, and the effects of … Continue reading Of Pretentious Names
This morning, I woke up from a dream where I was speaking in front of a small group about my experiences. Before you think that’s an ambition of mine, let me tell you flat out that the idea alone scares the crap out of me, and I’m pretty sure facing it in reality would make … Continue reading Miles to Go Before I Sleep
Today is Thanksgiving in the United States. While Canada had its in October, I was not where I am now, even though it was just a month ago (not going to question it not going to question it not going to question it), so I am co-opting theirs for my own nefarious purposes. Here is … Continue reading Thanksgiving
Note: A small portion of this originally appeared as a status update on my Facebook feed. I thought it worth expanding on here. Internet memes provide a quick 'n' dirty way to put across a social or cultural idea that can be quite profound, or profoundly funny. One of my favourites captures both of these. … Continue reading Serenity ≠ Happiness
You’re picturing me naked, aren’t you? So anyway, flash forward to yesterday and I scroll to a news image on my Facebook feed showing the most recent police reaction to the protests at Standing Rock. Morbid curiosity being what it is, I skim over some of the comments. One in particular, a visceral and hate-filled … Continue reading Working to be a Better Person
Three things I scroll past in my Facebook feed: 1. First responder horror stories 2. Anything describing, or showing, an animal in distress 3. Nut-shot videos There’s probably more, but these are the big ones, the ones I consciously choose not to look at. That last one not because I find these offensive, but because … Continue reading Scroll On By