I met with a counsellor recently who ended our first session together with this: “Check in with yourself and notice how you feel.” After an hour-long session, I was being asked to self-reflect. While this is solid advice, it left me feeling unheard because self-reflection is what led me to seek out assistance. What I… Continue reading Enough with the self-reflection
It’s a wonder, isn’t it, that an idea was ever had at all. Whence did one, any one, originate? How, pray tell, did it arrive? For how long, no one knows, will it stay?
Every time I’ve sat down to do some journalling over the last two weeks, my plans for the summer have been top of mind. I’ve been desperately trying to figure out what I want to do with the nine weeks that lay ahead of me. The practice of looking forward with no clear idea of… Continue reading Prongs on a Fork
In 2002, Journals was released. It’s a collection of Kurt Cobain’s notes, letters, lists, and drawings. It could easily be argued that his music was his liberation, his way of finding nirvana. The collection shines a light on how Cobain thought. It’s an insight into who the man was behind the curtains, not behind the… Continue reading Finding Silence One Page at a Time – 20 Months of Morning Pages
My knowledge of firearms is very limited. I’ve played a few hunting video games in my day but I’ve never fired a real gun. I’ve seen movies with people shooting at each other in them. My friends have told me stories about the times when they’ve fired guns. The custodian at work told me that… Continue reading Triggered or Cocked?
A few weeks ago, I started making a list of things that I want to do this summer. The list reads like every other incomplete list from every previous summer: go to the museum; read; write; work on Letters’ Lounge; go fishing; go to the gym. Everything I want to do this summer is something… Continue reading A Silent Summer
For the last few days, I have been going down a rabbit hole, trying to figure out why this statement rings so true for me. It’s new-agey, almost cheesy, and it’s a misremembering of a quotation from a movie about yoga that I was watching while lying, paralyzed in bed by back pain. Help?
I was stood there for at least 35 minutes, staring at the range of choices available to me, unable to make a decision. Each choice I was given offered different options: scouring, non-abrasive, non-stick, heavy duty, pots and pans, etc. Often, it’s the easiest decisions that are the hardest to make.
Remember how yesterday I wrote about a piece that I’m working on? Remember how I said that I was forgetting what I had written about? Remember how I said that I still need to finish the piece? Remember how I still need to edit the piece? Well, tonight, for about 30 minutes now, I’ve been… Continue reading This is What I Think About…