Month: December 2025

  • Monday Mark – 19.5 & 20.0

    Monday Mark – 19.5 & 20.0

    17.5 – For Last Week’s MM: The one productivity system that controls all others: your emotions. When you are in love with what you’re doing, everything gets easier.When you hate what you’re doing, no productivity hack will save you. What would it look like if you didn’t hate that thing you’ve been forcing yourself to do?…

  • What am I [to you]?

    What am I [to you]?

    Last night, I asked if you were going to pause the show we were watching (as it was after 9p and you had to work in the morning), except my brain shorted out at, “Are you gonna…” and the words I needed got blown away like a plastic bag in high winds. By the time…

  • The Struggle is Real

    The Struggle is Real

    I’ve recently become aware of a concerning pattern with regards to my mental health. I want to note that awareness (admittance?!) of an issue is the first stepping stone in healing/recovery. This isn’t just my opinion, either. Many programs and therapists and all that know that figuring out what the problem is and admitting it…

  • Jealousy

    Jealousy

    The Boyfriend went to a mandatory work-at-a-store thing yesterday and then a “work” lunch afterwards. As part of the day’s events, 2 of his coworkers planned to come by after to play card/board games. However, 3 more tagged along. Two of them I know, and the new hire that he’s personally training. I’ve previously asked…

  • Monday Mark – 18.5 & 19.0

    Monday Mark – 18.5 & 19.0

    17.5 – For Last Week’s MM: People don’t burn out from doing too much. They burn out from doing too little of what matters. The only thing worse than failing at something meaningful is succeeding at something meaningless. Think of your most recent success. Was it meaningful? If it wasn’t, what do you wish you’d tried…

  • 1982

    1982

    I don’t know a lot about what happened the year I was born, given that I was born IN that year, and thus a newborn with zero cognitive abilities beyond my immediate environment. Hell, my earliest memories hail from a couple years past that. However, Google knows a LOT. And is it just me, or…

  • It’s a Slippery Slope

    It’s a Slippery Slope

    Recovery from Addiction is a mountainous climb that involves many treacherous situations. One wrong move and you’re sliding down that slippery slope back to the bottom. I’m addicted to nicotine, but I won’t say that I fully understand other addictions. I believe I have a good enough grasp of it, based on the research and…

  • Fell Off the Wagon

    Fell Off the Wagon

    Missed a couple days in journal blogging this week. I haven’t been feeling as good mentally/emotionally as I had when the Fog of Emotional Flatlining finally lifted last week. Been in a “fuck it” and play Enshrouded kinda mood. Yesterday’s couple’s counseling and last night’s check-in were both fairly rough for me. I’m trying my…

  • Jim

    Jim

    Growing up, I didn’t have much in the way of “positively impactful” male role models. I didn’t get to spend much time with my maternal grandfather (Papa) – who was a great man – as far as I can remember (he passed when I was 13). And when I did (summers in Colorado), it was…

  • Monday Mark – 17.5 & 18.0

    Monday Mark – 17.5 & 18.0

    17.5 – For Last Week’s MM: When people ask, “What is my life purpose?” What they’re actually asking without realizing it is: “How can I use my time in a way that feels meaningful?” You don’t find your purpose.You build your purpose, experiment by experiment, mistake by mistake. What do you spend your time on that feels meaningful?…

  • Wild Animals

    Wild Animals

    I want to go two ways with this, lol. Literal and conceptual. Given that I live in the suburbs of Colorado Springs, the most I can hope to see as far as “wild” animals is concerned is… squirrels. And they’re brave little shits, too. They stand on the wooden fence in the back yard and…

  • Xmas Season… ugh

    Xmas Season… ugh

    A year ago, I was in the throes of questioning my ability to make good choices when it came to men (a repeating pattern, unfortunately), wallowing in mountains of self-pity, severely beating myself up for being utterly stupid – yet again – for falling for sweet words and promises that turned out to be lies,…