In which Brittany hikes to Cecret Lake, holds snow, and says "oh my god" 900 times.
In which our heroine details the climbing of a mountain on a dusty trail and drops an F-bomb or seven.
I'm slipping. Someone show me how to stay upright. I feel grumpy and frumpy and fat and full of debt and grudges. I had gotten to a place where I felt real good on the good days and basically OK on the bad ones. And now I've gone to OK on the good days and … Continue reading slipping
My sister-in-law just wrote this, and I love it so much. It reflects almost exactly what I've been feeling the past few weeks. There's been a disconnect, a shift in power in my life. I'm not even sure when the shift took place or even if there is one moment where everything changed. In January, we … Continue reading This new shiny life.
When people ask me how I'm doing, I know I should say, "Fine." And I usually do. I think there has only been one person who asked me that and I told her I was bored or depressed or something, but that I didn't care enough to actually figure it out. To that person, I probably … Continue reading bored. depressed. don’t care.
Am I the only one who gets weepy about therapy? Dang thing changed me. And not changed me. Changed me back. There, that's how I want to say it. I was me, then I tried on someone else for a while, and now I'm me again. I saw a therapist after my divorce, and I … Continue reading therapy x 2
Like most of civilization, I make resolutions on the new year. Like most of civilization, I forget all about them by Groundhog Day. I have two resolutions this year that I plan to keep up at least until January 31st: Say "yes" to my kids more. Read a book for 30 minutes every night from … Continue reading I read a book! : Maybe in Another Life