Anxiety


I need a summer

I need a summer

I feel weary. It's that time of year. It's that time of life. All the school year-end fuss and effort, deadlines and parties, the drama production. A long string of hard-working days, interspersed with "special" days (read: days with more work), punctuated by some bad news days. Ugh.

Yes to more long distance backpacking, on my terms

Yes to more long distance backpacking, on my terms

Damien and I will do more backpacking trips, I'm positive of this. And after this experience I expect to enjoy myself when we go backpacking.

High Summer ~ The Return of Moxie

High Summer ~ The Return of Moxie

My confidence has returned. I don't feel broken anymore. And at least a majority of the time I feel I have the tools to handle what comes my way. This is a vast improvement from four years ago and from the crippling self-doubt I've experienced with bouts of anxiety since.

The warmth of May

The warmth of May

Spring re-orients our linear experience of life (birth, growth, death) to the circular rhythm of the natural world. And in spring I'm reminded that I'm smack dab in the middle of the growing time, a season of life bursting at the seams with creativity and activity.

The embodiment of well-being

The embodiment of well-being

My well-being does not live in a Maine cabin we visit on the weekends. It does not live in our bank account. It doesn't live on a boat in Berkeley. Or reside in that laundromat in Albany. It is not dependent on a future life with less city driving.

The irony of the real me

The irony of the real me

When I feel secure I want to go places. I open myself to adventure. But adventures lead to unknown territory, a certain amount of "leaping out in faith", moving past what you can plan, and all of that feels threatening to my security and stability.

At the end of winter I publish a new blog series (and a surprising insight about energy)

At the end of winter I publish a new blog series (and a surprising insight about energy)

Getting ready to publish a five part series inspired by a weekend ski trip in February. But first, let me tell you about this winter in which I was busy, energized, and happy. Happy, in winter!