Did I mention that I dislike moving? So the next phase is underway. I moved from my apartment at the end of my lease to Q’s. Yesterday, we got the garage door opener for the house we are both moving to, together. A new chapter in life is about to begin. It is exciting really.Continue reading “Moving Day.”
Category Archives: Mindful Meandering
Nausea Napping and Nada Writing.
It is 12:14 AM and I am trying to get some mojo goin’.
moving + baggage
Oh, the lessons that I have avoided. TYT kicked off a healing period and it will take time to retrace my steps and make my maps.
meh update
I am a little bit off today… So I think the best way to describe ME, right now, is meh…
cat-ur-day.
In April of last year, I went to the Lawrence Human Society. We had found a cat, “Leo,” from their website and decided to go take a look. I walked out with an orange and white medium-short-haired fur-baby. It is one of the best decisions that I have ever made. I have had many catsContinue reading “cat-ur-day.”
big daddy weave, brandon heath and rehab
The summer before the year turn around is where it all really started. August 06, 2017, I was found unconscious in my apartment.
people. frustration. mental wandering.
But the overwhelming aimlessness takes over. It creeps in like a draft through a cracked window or door and before I know it the furnace cannot keep up.
darwinism.
Sh*t is going to get real people. If you are not taking this seriously, there are other ways to get your thrill of not caring. Get in a car, and drive near a cliff. I bet you can’t put one set of wheels over. I say that out of both love and frustration. I wentContinue reading “darwinism.”
six months to live.
With some unimaginable news, my life was forecasted for me. Not in steps to take or how to take them as I could still blindly navigate that. It was the time that was finite. It already is, really – it always feels shorter than expected – but now it was being tracked. I could feel myContinue reading “six months to live.”
dear younger self: a letter
You are not responsible for her crying. For his roid-rage. No matter how many times you are blamed…
A Place for Everything...(everything in it's place). 