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This week has proved a sort of tipping point for me; I’ve almost been stunned into silence by the sheer lunacy of “celebrating” our country as it continues to plumb new depths of ignorance and cruelty. I’ve tried really hard over the past eighteen months to stay positive and strive to improve my little corner of the world, to keep my grief and outrage to myself, but the cognitive dissonance is overwhelming me lately. I feel a bit like a toy soldier who has wound all the way d

I’ve written before about filling the well, or injecting novelty into your life in order to stimulate curiosity and growth. One of my favorite ways to do that is through travel, and this week a short road trip reminded me of the importance of breaking out of my routine. Shaking things up a bit also provided me with the opportunity to switch up some habits of thought and reactions. There were minor glitches along the way that would have once set me on a downward mental spiral;

It was a tough couple of days: an eye infection that just would not quit; a heart wrenching conversation with someone I love; my estranged son’s birthday; an outing I’d been looking forward to canceled; a call to return to the dermatologist’s office “just to be safe”. I noticed myself preparing to shut down, to dish out some ice cream (or pour a glass of wine), get on the couch, and start the endless tape of old stories. Remembering that movement precedes motivation, I decide

Last week, I resolved to be more present and to work toward radical acceptance. Which means I’m noticing and naming things. This week’s big takeaway should come as no surprise: I’m much happier when my consumption of social media is minimal. I’d recently noticed that the time I spent online had inadvertently crept upward and set a vague intention to decrease it. And I did for the most part. Yet this week, when other things and people kept me too busy to spend much time overlo

From the collage exhibit at Boca Raton Museum of Art. Lack of proper attribution courtesy of my ADD. Last week, as my vacation ended, I articulated the ways in which I wanted to recalibrate my daily life by editing some things and incorporating more of others. This week, returning to “real life” after two weeks of deep relaxation, I’ve been a bit surprised to notice just how loud and distracting the chatter in my head can be. It might be my inner Judge Judy relitigating the p