On Being Yourself.
How much time is wasted trying to be someone you were never born to be, living a life you never wanted to live. I had spent most of my life doing everything I felt with every fiber of my being not in my own best interest to make other people happy. FYI: that approach never works out for long. Continue reading “bᎬ hᎪᏢᏢᎽ. bᎬ bᏒᎥᎶhᏆ. bᎬ ᎽᎾu.”
Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. Not Even.
An outlet for a brain that refuses to stop rambling, even at night, even asleep, my techno colored psychedelic dreams I could write a book on them alone. Attention Deficit Disorder. It’s my brains attempt to never ever be bored, to never be still.
I’m up early. My brain has already had nearly a dozen contemplative in-depth conversations with itself in the past half hour Continue reading “ᎥᏒᏒᎬᏞᎬᏉᎪᏁᏆ bᏞᎾᎶᎶᎥᏁᎶ.”
Because I have ADHD. I can, and could, really just leave it at that.
March, 1 2018 6:00 am
I’ve gone from a just another lady with a deck of cards to sheer irrelevance. I still have the cards. I never part with the cards. All interests, no matter how passionate they begin, wane. I should have known. How could I have not have known? Continue reading “Irrelevant. How the Doorway now becomes a Most Irrelevant Adventure in Blogging.”