Not A Failure, A Delay
SO… Umm… (Awkward uncomfortable silence and shuffling of feet) If you’ve been journeying with me for a while, you know that I’ve been on a health/fitness quest. I lost 70 pounds (WOO HOO!)…and I’ve gained back 53 of them… (Pauses for a moment of silence for the loss of my loss…) OK, yes, there is some shame, some sadness, some depression associated with this. There is no question that I feel like I’ve failed…that I let myself down…that I did all that hard work and then blew
Giving Up
Have you ever just reached a point with something where you decide you’ve had enough? You just don’t feel like fighting or struggling anymore? You are just *so* completely tired and worn with the effort and exertion of trying to achieve something that you decide you’re done? That’s where I am at the moment. Disclaimer: To all of my arm-chair psychoanalysts out there, no this is not some kind of a cry for help. There is no need to raise any kind of an alarm. I am not going
Medical Mysteries
Lesson of the week: There is nothing in the world that can teach you patience like a trip to a hospital. I know that when you read the title of this post you think I’ve been diagnosed with some strange new disease. Not the case at all. On Thursday morning I found myself experiencing some odd health-related things. It began with the weirdest sensation of blurry vision on the left side—almost like someone was holding up a ribbon of plastic wrap off to the side of my face. I
Technology = Crack
There is nothing in the world like a loss of your technological capabilities to make you realize that you are completely addicted to it. Not just addicted—down and dirty, dude can you get a hit, would sell your grandmother to get it back addicted. That’s right. For me technology is crack. Not nice clean, high-brow cocaine. Disgusting, street-worthy crack. Whew! For the last two weeks I have struggled with the fact that my marvelous Conversations website was down! My @#$
