Red Cedar
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Category: Me
Breaking it down.
I am definitely ready for a holiday. A real one too – the kind with more than a week off and no cel phone or computer access. Work is driving me batty, the house is an untidy mess, and all I can think about… Continue Reading “Breaking it down.”
A little check-in.
I have been all sorts of internal weirdness lately, none of it particularly bad, but not entirely motivated to write about it either. Thus silence on this blog, in my journal and at my laptop in general for the past week. Like writer’s block,… Continue Reading “A little check-in.”
Penned.
Sometimes I have a hard time forcing myself to write. Today is one of those days. Anxiety again, I suppose. A little bit of writer’s block which is really just a fear of commitment – if I start something too complex I must commit… Continue Reading “Penned.”
Anxiety.
I thought that I was in for a bout of depression recently when I started to get squirrely with the nicotine receding from my body, but lo it was not to be and instead I’ve come down with a whopping case of anxiety instead.… Continue Reading “Anxiety.”
Harm reduction.
When I was younger I had a pretty lax attitude about illegal drugs – you know, as long as you aren’t hurting anyone what does it matter what you do? My peer group was one in which recreational drugs were common, rampant really, and… Continue Reading “Harm reduction.”
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