For a long time , I was pretty down. I was seeing my lifestyle fall apart around me, watching from the sidelines as I kept losing and losing...family members and friends, jobs, possessions, confidence...
I comforted myself with cigarettes, sleep, and generally attempting to hide from myself and life in general.
Then, I quit smoking. To fill the time and distract myself from the cravings, I began taking on new challenges. I tried all sorts of things, from a daily gratitude practice, to clearing out my to-do list, to cultivating an active lifestyle and beginning to exercise regularly.
Monday, November 11, 2013
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Wobbly Wednesday
Nystagmus |
So, in honor of the first Nystagmus Awareness Day, I'm going to throw some awareness your way with a brief FAQ about nystagmus and our family's experience with it:
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Vision and the Education of a J-Rex, Part 1
Recently, I talked about the importance of access to good literature in multiple formats for the visually impaired and explained that I'm invested in this issue because of the J-Rex. As a way of facing some issues I loathe to face, I want to talk a little bit more about her condition and where we are at in terms of her learning and the physical difficulties she is beginning to face.
Monday, November 4, 2013
Generations of Geeks, A Reflection
I am a second-generation geek, raised on a steady diet of comic books, Dr. Who, and Star Trek. While my parents were playing Zork, I was working my way through it's kid-friendly equivalent, The Never-ending Story, and still remember the hours I put into translating my east and west text commands into a workable map to reference as I moved further into the game. I was the only girl in the comic shop, starting with the Archie universe and graduating to superheroes with Perez's re-vamp of Wonder Woman. I was an equal-opportunity fan-girl, obsessed with both Marvel and DC, and a collector's nightmare because I would read those books until they started to fall apart. I attended Dr. Who fan club meetings and Trek conventions before I even knew more about them than Daleks were evil and Wil Wheaton was dreamy.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Mid-thirties Existentialism
Entering into my thirty-fifth year, I was undergoing a transformation and seeing the emergence of a creative surge I had long awaited. I felt a lightness of being and a freedom of spirit I had forgotten I was capable of. For the first time in years, I was beginning to see a future vision of where and who I want to be again, as well as the path to get there. I began to feel like I was walking on air. I felt ready to face my fears, my challenges. I felt good - very good - maybe too good...
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