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Category: Musing
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The Future of Work
As I’ve been transitioning from one job to another, I’ve gotten into some conversations about work, and career, and planning for the future. Usually they run along the lines of ‘so why did you switch jobs?’ but they have also plunged deeper into discussions along the line of ‘you were your own boss a…
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Breathless
I don’t blog just to hear the sound of my own voice. Or see my own words on the screen, anyway. I try to find useful and interesting things to talk about, but inevitably this is also a journal of my progress through life as well. Right now, I feel like that progress is less…
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Space Sharks
Because Space Sharks! Why not? I’m wearing a tee shirt today that has a cute graphic of sharks wearing glass ‘fishbowl’ style helmets and swimming with asteroids and stars. It’s improbably impossible, of course. But it’s cute. The human brain will put up with a lot of impossible things before breakfast, given they are cute,…
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Castles in the Air
I’ve written before about stolen moments. I take time from myself, for myself. The problem I have is that unless I stop and think about it, I feel guilty about doing this. It’s not that I’m taking the time to exercise, to write, to create art. It’s that unless I make myself analyze what I’m…
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Five minutes
Ok, maybe ten. It’s not that I need to get in to work early, it’s that I really enjoy that quiet hour when I’m alone in my office. Paperwork, training, just put in my earbud and cruise through it with very little interruptions. Except the printer (which is also in my office) ‘talks’ to itself…
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Laying Ghosts to Rest
It’s been a weird old life. It certainly took twists and turns I could never have predicted from my teens until now. I don’t think of myself as being haunted by my past – I have regrets, but I have the insight to know that the blessings in my life would not have happened had…
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A Flood of Demands
Sometimes life is just too full for time to stop and think. To contemplate your place in it. To rebuild broken connections. You hurtle from place to place, commitment to commitment. There’s no thought of ‘where is this taking me?’ Only ‘how do I get there, then there, and finally there, on time and in…
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The Disordered Brain
The Ginja Ninja approached me recently to ask a question. She has a friend, she explained to me, who may need someplace to stay for a while. Her friend struggles with mental illness, her friend’s parents don’t believe in mental illness, and as her friend turns 18, she may find herself on the street as…
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Some Days…
Some days it don’t pay to get out of bed. I had every intention of writing up an LTUE AAR today. That did not happen. On the upside, the lot of us are safely at home and I can sleep in my own bed tonight. The car is in the shop, tomorrow I’ll have a…
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Lightbringer
And now, the days will get longer, the dark will draw back from the touch of the light, and my days will feel brighter and easier. The world turns and the sun stares down, and the stars glitter in the cold. It’s not as bad as it’s been in the past, and frankly, February is…
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The Strange Acquisition of the Sewing Desk
Adapt, improvise, and overcome. Some days, I do this more than others. I was thinking about juggling the other day, and how there are times I feel like I’m dropping balls all over. This blog, for instance, which has wandered from a daily flight up and over into the other hand, to rolling across the…