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Friday, November 02, 2007


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That characteristic of not being willing or ready to change things until I am in enough pain…that really hasn’t changed for me much since being an active drunk.
I had a giant 'oh, yeah . . !' moment when I read this -- I've been bitching at myself about a bunch of things lately, and wondering why I can't just do whatever-it-is, and then assuming it's because I'm inherently bad, and then starting the whole cycle over again . . . It's comforting to think it's not just me, and it's not some strange undiagnosable issue.

Alas, I've forgotten what the key to getting over it is, or do they not cover that in the texts, I don't remember. But if you hear of it, please tell me!


i've recently had the pleasure of discovering flickrians , that write blogs.
This essay really hit the nail on the head, about having the free time, and letting it slip away, i can so're a good read, and you take good pictures, what a great discovery. thank you.


I feel like that sometimes - I'm temporarily working part-time (as opposed to full-time), taking care of my three month old on the days I'm home, and it sometimes seems like I do absolutely nothing and then it's the end of the day. And she's an easy baby, so I can't blame it on her. I love the part-time work schedule though; wish I could do it forever.

Maybe you shouldn't think about what you *should* do or *will* do, so much. Because that can be crippling, I think, and can prompt rebellion. At least for me. Maybe you should get up every morning and think about what you *want* to do that day.

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