Let’s start with some definitions of fashionista why don’t we …
Merriam-Webster: a designer, promoter, or follower of the latest fashions
Dictionary.com: a very fashionable person, especially one who works in the fashion industry
Cambridge: someone who works in or writes about the fashion industry
No, dear readers, I know I’ve been away from the blog for quite a while now, but I’m still the jeans’n’tshirt kinda gal I was before. I haven’t turned into a fashionista as defined above. So if you came across this post because you were looking for a good read on high fashion, you won’t find it here. I know nuttin’ ’bout it.
What I do however know a little somethin’ somethin’ about is me. And my mental health. Or lack thereof as the case has been since I last wrote on this blog. So if you substitute the word fashion in the above definitions for the words mental health, here’s what you get. Or more correctly what I get since I’m the one switching things up around here … Continue reading
Thanks to Michael over at 83 Unsung Heroes, a favourite blog of mine, for saying a heck of a lot about nothingness and getting me started on this post with his oft inclusion of song lyrics at the tail end of his latest post. This last one referenced The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars and it summed up how I was feeling at the start of my unintended 2 month blogging vacay …
Today I don’t feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don’t feel like picking up my phone
So leave a message at the tone
‘Cause today I swear I’m not doing anything Continue reading
As a skin cancer patient, I would be remiss if I did not use today’s daily prompt of Summer to remind all you lovely folks to wear sunscreen. And yes, it actually should be used year-round for any significant time outside, but is especially important now with the longer sun hours, warmer weather, and less clothing on. Or no clothing on if you fancy going to nudist camps that is. I dunno. Continue reading
Okay, I suspect the answer is thanks but no thanks, I already have enough struggles in my life. Well, if that’s the case, fine. Thank you for your politeness but I’m gonna give you a few more anyway. They might make you scream and pull even more precious hairs out of your head. If you have any hair that is of course. And heck, some of you might even thank me for them later on.
Change happens when the pain of holding on becomes greater than the fear of letting go.
Spencer Johnson, author of Who Moved My Cheese?
For some years now, that quote has been a favourite of mine. Though I have read Who Moved My Cheese?, I actually first heard it when I was in a treatment centre for drug & alcohol abuse. I can still feel the jaggedness of the lump in my throat, the barrenness of the pit in my stomach, and the sting of the tears in my eyes as those words penetrated my entire being. But that’s how life goes sometimes, doesn’t it? It hits you like a ton of bricks.
At first, that ton of bricks knocked me down. And I fell hard. But that’s the thing about hitting a bottom isn’t it? Once you realize where you are, there’s only one place to go from there. Up. And one of the best ways I’ve learned how to move upwards and onwards is to embrace the lessons that are in the very same bricks that knock me down. And so I did with those words. And I changed. And for that, I hope to remain eternally grateful. Continue reading