A Different Way for Me to Write

Well, it’s been two weeks today since I decided to start keeping a bullet journal. I’m surprised at how quickly it’s become one of the favorite parts of my day.

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I’m Disabled

In other words, here’s what I’m coming to terms with: I have a severe chronic illness. It takes a tremendous amount of time and energy to manage my symptoms and make the necessary accommodations for myself in order to get things done. For twenty years I didn’t do that.

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Lies My Mother Told Me

My mother told me the usual childhood lies: Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, there’s no such thing as monsters.  I understand those lies. I forgive them. What I can’t forgive are the other lies she told me. The lies she told me about myself.

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I’m Disabled

In other words, here’s what I’m coming to terms with: I have a severe chronic illness. It takes a tremendous amount of time and energy to manage my symptoms and make the necessary accommodations for myself in order to get things done. For twenty years I didn’t do that.

read more

Lies My Mother Told Me

My mother told me the usual childhood lies: Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, there’s no such thing as monsters.  I understand those lies. I forgive them. What I can’t forgive are the other lies she told me. The lies she told me about myself.

read more

Going Analog

For someone who has crappy handwriting and zero skill at drawing or illustrating, googling about bullet journals is incredibly intimidating. I mean, do an image search, and you’ll see what I mean. But at the same time, who doesn’t love playing around with nice pens and stickers and all of that, while trying to be organized?

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