Do teenagers have it right? Is sinking into your emotions, settling in among the swirling colored vortex surrounding you and whipping around you like a funnel cloud the way to make sense of things, the only real way to move safely through the angst and overwhelm of intense emotions? I’m beginning to think so. […]
I’ve been absent from this space for the last couple of months because I’ve been hibernating.
One of the definitions of “hibernation” is “to withdraw or be in seclusion.” Every January, I try to remove myself from the daily insanity of connectedness to discourse with myself and ensure that my life is proceeding in the direction I want and need. I intended this year to be just the same, but as I moved through the holidays and January to jump back into my routine, I realized I needed to make it different. Continue reading “Hibernation”
How do you deal with someone who is toxic or simply intent on causing trouble? You know the type. The person who begins a conversation with an innocent sounding premise, but then proceeds to launch a sugar-coated attack on you or places the blame for their transgressions onto you. Toxic Troublemakers, we’ve all got them in our lives. Continue reading “Tips for Dealing with Troublemakers and Toxic People”
It occurred to me recently that I was becoming “that lady.” The crazy middle-aged lady who does or says whatever comes to mind, whenever it comes to mind, heedless of the consequences. Continue reading “That Lady (July U.B.C. Day 5)”
Saturday. It’s one of those charged concepts. Does it mean a day of relaxation or a day to get twice as much done around the house because my husband is home? Usually the latter. Yesterday was no different.
Starting out early because The Boy awakened us at 6:25am, I tried in vain to coerce him into slumbering longer. I summarily informed him that if he was going to wake me so early, he was forbidden to speak with me until I had my coffee. He seemed to grasp that he’d crossed a line and was remarkably silent until I’d sucked down two cups of java. Continue reading “Random Thoughts (U.B.C. – Day 12)”
Since I wrote about my goal of reading some good books this year, I wanted to update my progress. Thus far in 2014 I’ve read The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt, Fairyland by Alysia Abbott, Once We Were Brothers by Ronald H. Balson, and a couple of utterly forgettable beach reads, the titles of which I’ve already forgotten. Continue reading “Updates on Reading List (U.B.C. – Day 9)”
No matter where I am in my life, Monday mornings bring much baggage. When I was in high school, Monday mornings were difficult because I had to go back to rising early and schlepping off to school. I actually did walk about a mile each way to school, so in the cold of New England winters, it was a brutal walk. Of course, I didn’t help matters by wearing my little white Keds and flats with bare feet as I slogged through the slush and ice, but I can be forgiven for that; I was a teenager. Continue reading “Monday Morning Eternal (U.B.C. – Day 7)”
I‘ve been having a lot of trouble letting go lately. No matter that I know I need to do it, I can’t seem to let go: of my anger towards people whom I believe are acting in ways to harm my family or who are acting so selfishly that harm to others is inevitable; of the unattainable perfectionism that often grabs me by the throat and threatens to shut down my breathing when I fight her; of myself. I know it‘s unhealthy to focus and obsess, but I can’t seem to get my head wrapped around letting go and relinquishing control. Continue reading “Letting Go”
I’ve been cleaning out my house for, well, it seems like forever. The reality is that while my house may be clean, it is cluttered. Extraordinarily cluttered, by my child’s things, my husband’s things, and a lot of my things.
I am claustrophobic, so much so that I cannot even pull the covers up over my head, so much so that if my space is too cluttered, I start to lose it. I like to have my things contained in an organized fashion. I’ve been known to refer to The Container Store as my spiritual home. I have turned The Boy into a convert, and he likes to have his Lego blocks organized either by the complete set or color and lined up on a bookshelf for ease of access. It sounds crazy, but he actually plays with them more if the blocks are organized and he can find them easily. Continue reading “Cleaning House”