I hated being human

I hated being human

Many, many years ago I was sitting in my therapist’s office, lambasting myself for some reaction or impulse. “You’re only human,” my therapist said to me. “It’s very human – very normal – to react that way.” I felt myself writhe with disgust. If that was human, I...
I am a junkie

I am a junkie

I realized I am a junkie. I am a junkie for feeling good. I love to feel love. I love to have fun. I love to delight in the people and life around me. I love to delight in just about anything. I love the feeling of appreciation and awe and ease, and that warm glow...
Have a nice day!

Have a nice day!

I haven’t heard anyone say this recently. At least I don’t think I have. It’s the stereotypical banal American greeting or end of a conversation. “Have a nice day!” shop owners used to say, as you left their store. Not that they really cared. It was just what you...
I am a hortoise

I am a hortoise

My mother likes to remind me that the tortoise wins the race. She thinks I should be more of a tortoise. She supports my slowing down. I love my slowing down and I love her support. And I love to remind her that I’ll never, really, fully be a tortoise, even as I go...
Slow down, you move too fast

Slow down, you move too fast

I’m sitting on the couch, reading a magazine. I’m not accomplishing anything. There are definitely things I “should” be doing. I should be getting some work done. I should be following up with clients and potential clients. I should be building my social media...