A friend asked me to fill in for her blog post today, and I’m in a good place to help her out. Even though I may have sabotaged a job opportunity by being polite instead of direct, and everything is changing at work, and I am waiting to get a follow up from a clinical (…) MORE »
In thirteen days, I will be forty. Contemplating what I’ve learned in the last four decades, I’ve generated the list of things I wish I had known before I learned them the hard way. Maybe when I’m eighty I’ll be twice as wise: Everyone is going to Hell: Well, only if the path there is (…) MORE »
Now, the most beautifully messy thing about life so thoroughly overwhelming me with mountains of shit is that there’s increasingly less available space for the guilt. I am so tired I don’t even have energy for it anymore. How about that? Too damn beat by the cancer and depression to suffer from guilt. THAT, my friends, is fucking messy beautiful.