Yesterday I was told by an extremely knowledgeable and kind soul that it would be beneficial for me to drop the act. You may be wondering which act this person was referring to, since I seem to have multiple acting gigs. Let’s review: there’s the act I have done each day for the past (almost)... Continue Reading →
Normal
Last Thursday I had an MRI on my neck. My neurologist thought it was time to take another look since I hadn’t had any imaging done on my pesky neck since 2011. Yesterday I got the results via their ultra-efficient online patient portal. Are you ready for this? Drum roll, please. The results of my... Continue Reading →
365 Days Of Eating
Between my 2016 physical to my 2017 physical, I gained 22 pounds. I am not proud of this, believe me. It would be admirable had I been trying to do it, as if it were some sort of competition with myself to see how much weight I could gain in a year. But it wasn’t.... Continue Reading →
Enough Adulting
I’m tired of adulting. It’s exhausting. You know what I’m talking about, right? It’s the constant state of having to be responsible. And it’s wearing me out. I guess I’m finding it more challenging than usual to maintain my license to adult because I’m working on losing weight and finding solutions for my pain, and... Continue Reading →
Who Am I?
What would it be like to be me? I know, I know, you have pondered this very thought yourself, haven’t you? You can admit it, we’re all friends here. Really, though, I wonder what it would be like to be a 100%, totally authentic version of myself. What would happen if I dropped this disease-to-please,... Continue Reading →
One Year
I apologize in advance for what you are about to read. This post may make little or no sense. My mind is like a roomful of yarn after it has been attacked by kittens: a tangled, mangled mess. Now that I got the kittens out safely, I have to disentangle my thoughts. This will not... Continue Reading →
Worrywart
I’m a worrier. I worry about everything and everybody. I’m not proud of this trait (actually I’d prefer to be rid of it), but asking me to stop worrying is almost as absurd as telling me to stop being tall or having curly hair. It’s just not happening. Logic would dictate that worrying is a... Continue Reading →
My Collection
It’s snowing. Again. My head is pounding. Again. Today I feel as if neither of these will ever go away. Winter has been endless just as my pain is endless. Here’s the thing, though. I am confident that nature will do what it always does: get warmer so the snow will melt, enable trees and... Continue Reading →
You Like Me, Right?
I want everyone to like me. No, it’s way worse than that. Everyone has to like me. This is ridiculous, I know. Not everyone can possibly like you, I’m told. You can’t please everybody, I’m warned. You will run into people who just don’t find you agreeable, I’m admonished. And yet I believe I can... Continue Reading →
Couch Potatoing
I was looking though some photos recently and found this gem, taken of me when I was about six months old. I’ve seen this photo before yet it always gives me a laugh looking at my little elbow propped up on that pillow, my tiny hands clasped together giving off this total vibe of “everything’s... Continue Reading →
Ever Onward 