Category: Going Mental
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Silver Linings
Although we are not yet finished with the season, the peak of our busy period has passed at last. Since April, we have had a fairly steady stream of visitors in and out of the house. Some stayed for just a night, or a few days, or an extended period of flexible time. Overall, it…
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Busy But Here
I am here, but busy this week especially with visitors. So, I will be back next week – for sure! 😅 ~T 🔥🐉♋️
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Hot!
I love the sun. I love warm weather. I love to sit poolside and tan. However. I do not love to sweat. I do not love to overheat. I do not love temperatures much over 85 degrees F or 30 degrees C. People always say, “Yea, but you lived in the desert for 9 years!”…
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At What Point?
A result of having so many visitors is having a lot of varied conversations observing not only styles of communication, but also hearing and seeing responses that reflect one’s personality and view on life. One of my recent ponderings, that is somewhat related to conversations I’ve witnessed, is the question – At what point does…
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Hello 46!
Yesterday was my birthday. I’m pretty laidback about celebrating, but I do love a bit of a party the older I get. 😛 So, on Sunday, we had a little get together with new friends for a late lunch in the very toasty and humid weather. It was a lovely afternoon spent chatting, laughing, and…
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When In Doubt – Revert!
Throughout my life, I have learned to protect myself with structure. Like scaffolding during a building remodel, I need structured support as things out of my control shift. So, I reverted back to creating a daily hourly schedule of how my time is to be used. Now, this doesn’t mean that I follow it strictly…
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It seems that my period of angst and frustrations is not yet over. 🥺 Although I had made an attempt to adjust my brain so that I was not thinking like a spoilt child, it only took a few rude words to send me back into the pit of despair. Basically, I feel untethered. Not…
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Same Sh*t, Different Toilet
My internal dialog has been the rantings of a spoiled individual – this I freely admit. 🤯 However, does this mean that I have no right to give voice to it or share it with others? Is there a point in which truly no one wants to hear about my lack of ability to go…
