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  • Patience is…

    Patience is…

    Exhausting. Frustrating. Disappointing. Unfulfilling. “Patience is a virtue” – William Langland circa 1360 (poem: Piers Plowman) Patience is considered a virtue because it allows individuals to endure difficulties, delays, or challenges without becoming anxious or reactive. It fosters inner strength, sound judgment, and better decision-making, ultimately leading to greater success and well-being. (so says Google AI) Yep. I…

  • Self-Reflection

    Self-Reflection

    Disclaimer: Talks of Unaliving Over my lifetime, I’ve had many moments of self-reflection. I say moments, but sometimes they’re more than that. Sometimes, I spend hours thinking about who I am and who I want to be. Sometimes, life throws things at me that hit so hard that I can’t help but ruminate on them…

  • I Have Bad Taste in Men

    I Have Bad Taste in Men

    I hate the phrase “daddy issues,” but… even though it’s more often derogatory than not, it exists with a specific – vaild?! – meaning (still hate it). The term implies that a woman may have difficulty trusting men, forming healthy relationships, or setting boundaries, potentially due to past experiences with her father, which can lead…

  • Sacrifices… bleh

    Sacrifices… bleh

    Lordt… aside from the traumas, sacrifices are another ginormous list of things I’ve had too much of in my life 😅 I lost parts of myself along the way to The Plague, Gravity, The Dementor, and various other “adults” that came and went. So, I suppose the biggest sacrifice I made was my sense of…

  • Happy Mother’s Day!

    Happy Mother’s Day!

    It’s another first without my kiddo… Granted… he IS 19 now, but… it’s different for us. He was diagnosed with autism at 2.5 years old. Back then, he was on the cusp between severe and moderate autism. Non-verbal, frequent meltdowns, stimming… I won’t mince words, it was fucking hard those first few years. I don’t…

  • Oof… Freedom, eh?!

    Oof… Freedom, eh?!

    This is a bit of a tough one, because it can mean a plethora of things to each one of the billions of people on this fucked up planet. But, of course, the ask is for what it means to ME… And theeeeeen… my ADHD brain wants to categorize all the different “types” of freedom…

  • It’s Muh Birfday :P

    It’s Muh Birfday :P

    Fourty. Three. Yeah. I know… it can seem SUPER old to the behbeh’s out there, who are probably close to the same age as my SON (19). And to the Boomers and Beyond, I guess I’m some sort of Spring Chicken?! But for me… I feel like I’m about 80 years old. I’ve experienced too…

  • Love Myself… First?!

    Love Myself… First?!

    A theme I’ve been seeing a lot lately is that one must “love themselves first” before they can love anyone else… and there sure are a lot of fancy quotes floating around out there that reinforce this…