It’s ironic, to me, that I’ve written and shared over eighty posts on this website., yet, for all that effort I fail to see it as being “creative”. Each post, whether it flows without conscious planning, or develops while struggling to find each word, takes effort. Each sentence, each paragraph, is structured and rewritten, many…
Month: November 2022
I Remember: Thoughts on the Eve of Remembrance Day
I remember that time of innocence, when I traveled with my granda to his work and helped him start the boilers, heating the plant for the next day. I remember turning the switches and the dials, watching the gauges as everything powered up to make sure that everything was just so. I could run that…
Perfectionism: My Dirty Little Secret
I kid myself about my perfectionism. I like to think that I’ve set it aside. The truth is, this is both right… and wrong. In the early days of recovery, I flailed about. The amount of information I discovered, despite it being repetitive and derivative, was daunting. My cognitive abilities just weren’t up to the…
Apprehension, Fear, Hope, and Gratitude
I write this post filled with apprehension, fear, hope and a whole lot of gratitude. Also in there is a huge amount of appreciation for my therapist who pushed back against my local hospital’s administration and provided me with one-on-one therapy. And there’s pride too. This past Wednesday, I ended a months-long period of Mindfulness-Integrated…