almost a year of rediscovery.
rummaging through the traces of the past.
uncovering, revealing, exposing.
beginning to connect all of the many pieces of april.
the so-called story of my life emerging from the treasured fragments.
a book of poetry unearthed.
you’re wasting hours online, but not getting much real work done.
you’re worrying about everything, but not trying to remedy any of it.
you’re even starting to think laundry is fun!
(well, you do need to have clean clothes.)
you’re not completing projects.
i love this quote.
especially the phrase to shape chaos into art.
it’s why i personally choose to write.
not for art necessarily.
(although i’d love it if that were always the end result).
but in an attempt to shape chaos and overwhelm,
disjointed thoughts and unnamed feelings.
life beyond an eating disorder.
i’ve been privileged to witness some revolutionary journeys.
many thoughts, feelings, impressions, discoveries, illuminations have been shared.
i asked my readers four questions last week.
questions i have asked and continue to ask my clients.
what follows is a brief synopsis of several universal answers.
I am half Italian. But even though I grew up next door to Italian-speaking grandparents, I never learned the language. After visiting relatives in Italy last fall, I was suddenly inspired to study it.
I’m all prepped with a Rosetta Stone course and my dad as tutor, but I haven’t actually begun my lessons yet.
[an earlier version of this post was published as “full heads” on 11/15/12.]
it’s been said . . .
the human face often indicates to others what we are experiencing internally.
every day i wake up and sort through the words of wisdom
that have found their way into my inbox overnight.
words of encouragement and inspiration,
of laughter and hope,
sometimes even of sadness.
my brain sifts through them one by one,
trying to sort and file and reframe.
one month into the new year and i’ve realized something.
some days it’s damn hard to be audacious.
i chose that word to represent my world in 2014.
but the reality is that sometimes, in order to be audacious,
i have to steel myself against perceived blows.
sometimes all you can do is hang on.
i was down with the flu on tuesday.
(and i do mean down.)
and i was struck by the fact that only two things mattered.
getting to the bathroom.
tuesday found me drifting a bit.
i had zoomed off my usually steady course.
our new refrigerator was apparently broken.
my sinuses were congested. again.
i didn’t eat well.
the light above the sink burned out in my bathroom.
i was cold.
