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Such a loser
I got very sick just before Christmas. Maybe you did too. Seems to be the vibe. The typical cold and flu season we’d come to expect pre-covid is a far-away ...
Quietly Quitting?
Talk of the town these days is the phenomenon of quiet quitting. Folks phoning it in. Doing the bare minimum. “acting their wage”. I’ve read many articles of late, about ...
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God did what?
Imagine you’re walking down the street.No wait. Imagine you’re dragging your tired, covid fogged ass down the street, with a little is-this-what-it’s-like-getting-older-hip-pain, headed where you think you need to go ...
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The risky nature of being true to the Self
When I was in my early 20s, I found myself in an existential tension that I’d come to wear like a familiar sweater throughout my adult years. The tension feels ...
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Opting out of the pace of things
I saw this meme once, back when I was still on social media: Adulthood is just sending emails that say “Sorry for my delayed response” over and over, forever. I ...
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Extraction is a learned disease
I hit a wall. It was awful. Unravelling ensued. It continues… It’s been a minute. Time flies when you’re exhausted af. Online business guru “best practices” say when you’ve ghosted ...
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Why I am leaving Social Media.
And taking my hijacked psyche with me. Pour a cuppa or light yourself a joint. Settle in. Because there’s more to say than will fit in 140 characters or an ...
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The Gift of No Control
One of the gifts of 2020, if we can pull it in close, is that of shattered illusions. Things may not be as set as they seemed. Control wasn’t in ...
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The Power of Feedback
I had just finished a series of long facilitation days with a lot of give. The kind that leaves me on empty hours before it’s time to turn in. I ...
A poem from my deathbed
These are the pressurized years, at a time in history, rolling out like a musty carpet full of lumps and glass. How to walk in a straight line, disoriented, terrifying, ...