Reclaiming the Crone
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The older I get, the more I notice the small things of my world. Big things too, of course. Aging clears your inner vision even while your spectacles get thicker every year. The lovely part, one of the many lovely parts, about noticing small things is that the big things that used to be annoying, that used to light fires of anger and tighten anxiety’s belt around my gut, those big things become more interesting than annoying. Lol, not always. But often. And if I write about all the things both great and small, it brings a peace and clarity that I could have used in my youth.
- Turns Out, It’s Not All About Me
I thought I had to be there at 11. It turned out, I didn’t start until 1. I could have slept in. I haven’t been sleeping well, been waking up in the night, restless when I do sleep. Those extra hours in the morning are precious. Or, if I woke early anyway, I could have relaxed on my sunny balcony with a good book (The Delight of Being Ordinary is wonderful!) and a cup of tea. I could have walked… Read more: Turns Out, It’s Not All About Me - Okay, I Guess I Can Do This (Happiness is a choice, she said)
[First published Nov 23, 2017] Happiness is a choice, she said. I had to give her some credence for knowing what she was talking about. In a hospice bed, saying goodbye to life, memories of sitting in the chair beside the bed more times than anyone should have to as she watched two husbands, two sons, and two parents drift away over the years, and yet she carried a soft glow that could not be other than convincing. She… Read more: Okay, I Guess I Can Do This (Happiness is a choice, she said) - Thanks, anxiety! No, really, I mean it!
Today, I thanked Anxiety. I asked her if she could step aside, let me deal with it. “It” was finding myself having to address that person. You know the one. It’s hard to meet their eyes because of the taste that seeps into your cells. You don’t want to remember their existence, but there he is, there she is, alive and secreting the sour mind-stink that makes your mouth turn down and your anxiety turn up. Sometimes, it’s not… Read more: Thanks, anxiety! No, really, I mean it! - Guilt Dog, You’re Free to GoToday, I am thinking about releasing guilt and making boundaries. Did you know that guilt needs boundaries too? It’s really just a big unruly dog who loves you.
