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Last week’s meditation on commonly confused word pairs opened up one of the rabbit holes which I love to jump down and meander through. Much of what occurs in these quagmires is of little interest to anyone else (especially those with solid mental health), but every now and then I stumble upon (in my opinion) a shareable nugget. This week, in keeping with the theme of confusion, I investigated the fertile ground of my evolving self-image. And I realized that, throughout my li

In my indiscriminate and nearly ceaseless reading, I recently came across something that perfectly articulated my evolving understanding of a concept. I’m paraphrasing, but the gist was that self-care is doing things you don’t necessarily want to do that will enhance your life in the long run (for example, swallowing the vitamins, stretching every morning upon waking, meditating, consuming wisely, physically and otherwise, taking sleep seriously), and the stuff that is instan

In the early days of my third act, the epiphanies were arriving fast and furiously (I wrote about that here). Now, years later, they’re fewer and further between. This week, though, brought a jackpot of insight. My dreams, my unconscious, and serendipity all conspired to present me with two major, mind-altering nuggets. Disconnection was on my mind. Continued radio silence from the former lover I expected to remain in my life. A sudden, bewildering friendship breakup. A parti

I talked a while back about my well-developed ability to pivot, and this week provided a refresher course for both me and the CWP. When a badly sprained foot (pro tip: if you can, take a moment to become fully conscious before responding to a fire alarm) was added to her challenges, we decided to move her to my house temporarily for some rest and TLC. It was a bitter pill for her, who had just the week before taken the proverbial step forward. I watched her vent a little and

Me searching for a shred of remaining civility This week, as part of my unremitting quest to dig a bit of joy out of this increasingly desolate hellscape, I treated myself, among other things, to a bestselling book and a blockbuster movie. Both did the trick: providing an escape from reality, enjoyable craftsmanship, and a bit of food for thought. And then I stumbled across the discourse surrounding both (side note: maybe I need to limit my social media consumption even more

A crucial part of my efforts to elude the proverbial black dog is my recent resolution to write every day without an end goal in mind. My notebook is quite a jumble: responses to writing prompts, lists (of course), further development of ideas once scribbled on scraps of paper and thrown into a file, and meandering attempts to process my feelings. These days, it feels so much more like play than work. Like I get to instead of have to. I love keeping this promise to myself. Re