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Category Archives: catharsis
200 Days of Social Distance. A rambling stream of consciousness renku poem
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100 Days of Social Distance
This thing This COVID This pandemic Inhumane Merciless Accidentally devastating To (un)american ideals Manifest destiny, The liberty of individuals Over the safety of all But unselective For those whose terrible ideals Put us all in danger. There are no target … Continue reading
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Random thoughts suitable for blogging
The last thing I wrote was some serious introspection about the transitions that come as decades pass. From that writing, it would seem they (transitions) really seem to come in ordinated clusters. In the case of 42-32-22-12-2, the ordination would … Continue reading
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42-32-22-12-2
On the occasion of my 42nd birthday, I thought I might reflect slightly on the last 40 years. Specifically, what I was doing on my birthday at 42, 32, and 22, 12, and 2. Those years have been transition years. … Continue reading
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Problems of a Rambling Mind
I find myself overwhelmed with problems. Large and small. In and out of my control. Manageable and unmanageable. Simple and complex. It overwhelms my traditional to-do list approach to problem solving. Actually, that is not entirely true. What happens is … Continue reading
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Turning 41. The year of Quo.
Turning 41. The year of Quo. Forty-one is not a mile stone year. It is just a year to keep on keeping on. To keep L-I-V-I-N. To just keep swimming. This is not to say that I don’t have goals … Continue reading
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Moody Morning leads to Emotional Thinking.
Yesterday, I wrote a blog post about how my pets were jerks and they ruined my mood an entire day (see below if you want). After writing it all out, I realized it was dumb, and I’d written it before. … Continue reading
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Bandaids, the external-internal stress meter.
After the last post I did more thinking. Sometimes, it is not depression at the root of the problem, but anxiety and stress. If you know me, you probably know that outwardly I’m a pretty cool customer. I work well … Continue reading
You are solid, and the ground is real.
Words floating up to me A voice, my voice, within a dream. You are solid and the ground is real. Subconsciously surrounded, struggling Fight to keep from being buried A quixotic quicksand of unpleasant anxiety An all-enveloping despair Of worries … Continue reading