When you don’t have peace of mind, a piece of cheesecake works, too. -Me…
‘I enjoy books. No room is fit for occupation without a lining of books. They contain the condensed experiences of humanity. To live fully, one has to read widely. I do not intend to face a man-eating lion in the African veld, fall from an aircraft into the Arabian Sea, soar through outer space or march with the legions of Rome against Gaul or Carthage, yet books can take me to these places, to these predicaments.’ — A Very Private…
These are things I could do without next year. Just for the record. Insomnia/heartburn/bad stress. Who needs that? Even if it does mean blog posts can run through your head at four in the morning. My internal Editor. Shut up, seriously. When in doubt, let it out. Just do it. Write it/say it/send it. And do a little dance when you’re done. Mail that consists only of bills. See Item 1. Anyone want a pen pal? Fear of turning 30. …
I used to be obsessed with my dreams. I was the one who bought the books and looked up the themes and symbols. I asked questions right before I went to bed hoping I’d find answers in dreams. I wrote single words and even lists in the morning and weeks later had no idea what I was on about. That state of confusion isn’t limited to dreams. I don’t remember my dreams anymore. Perhaps because a major one came true,…
