Of course, I see “personality” not as a thing but as a constant, ongoing process. We are all being shaped and reshaped by our past, other people, our surroundings, circumstance, the world we live in, and so on. And yet, I want a word for what I am. I want an explanatory model. And I want it to come from outside of myself, because apparently I can never, ever trust myself to do things right on my own.
Stock photos in tones of black and blue, of women shielding their face, of fists and black eyes. A stair lined with knives, tweeted by the police. They are so effective, those images, so evocative. So simple. Is that really what domestic abuse looks like? I can’t tell you. I don’t think it looks like anything in particular.
Stephen Fry’s first memoir, titled “Moab Is My Washpot”, takes 11 hours to listen to. It was worth it. Apart from finding it interesting and entertaining, it also left me with a thorough sense of validation. By no means do I want to compare myself to Stephen Fry – I’m well aware my intellect and…
When the poly family became a thing, I realised I wanted to make them something to show them my love and appreciation, and soon came up with this idea: Three unique wrap bracelets that spell out all of our names with beads.
In my ever ongoing quest for personal development, I have now started on the part where I improve as a gamer. This has nothing to do with skill, but rather appreciation. My taste in games is rather narrow. I want to broaden my horizons, and if not learn to love new kinds of games, then at least gain some understanding for why other people do.
Yeah I know, you’ve heard it a million times before. Bloggers quietly disappear for a while, come back with a “oops sorry, this time I’ll keep it up for sure!” and then they never do. So I won’t fault you for being skeptical. Anyway. This is a bit of a belated announcement. I decided more…
As you may have guessed if you’ve read my previous posts on houseplants, I’m a big fan of orchids. Big enough that they get a post of their own. This is it!
With an abuser recently elected to become one of the most powerful people in the world, I felt it was high time to adress a problem that is perhaps tangential to abuse, but still important. And that is how to support the victims.
I used to hate mornings. When you don’t particularly like your life, having to get out of bed to live it tends not to be your favourite thing to do. Things are different these days – but not just because I enjoy my life. I also have a new routine: Every day I get up, make a cup of tea, light some candles and write my morning pages.
This week, I was struck by the first proper case of writer’s block since I started this blog. I’m actually a little surprised that it didn’t happen earlier!