I stretched, with my dogs and now I’m choosing a 6 minute and then an 8 minute meditation in the tub. I love turning my phone off and being unreachable. Its feels so free to be able to jump full force into a moment. and not be distracted. I just remembered two more art shows t...
Do you know what it feels like to see you do that? To see you, my first child, the one who felt the most of my alcoholism, who remembers, who still has a box in her room of all the letters I sent while gone – do you know what it feels like to see you love? To see you...
“I slept with all six of my babies, and I think their breathing was more regular when they slept next to me. When I watched them sleep alone in the crib, their breathing seemed more irregular.” “Our sleep cycles seem to be in tune. I wake up a few seconds before she does.” ...
I feel like the author was indecisive and constantly oscillated between making Eleanor extra weird and making her very likeable in the same time. There’s a bit of trying too much in both directions, especially since the traits that he’s given her are quite opposite and tend to repel each...
It feels too early to say, but it’s not too soon to share one thing: building strength is the cure. I’ve done a few months of regular homework: split squats with a 5kg weight in each hand; hamstring curls on a swiss ball. The other day I realised that I can almost do a singl...
I miss my cat and the solitude of my room, which I squander on the internet and Steam, I have not written in my journal in what feels like forever, I haven’t meditated, I’ve just ruminated, this stream of self-consciousness is the closest I’ve come to rigorous self-analysis in ...
It was like shoving an ice cube up my nostril. Don’t ask me how I know what that feels like. “Doesn’t taste too good does it?” was his only consolation. I agreed. “We will have to numb it a little more.” With that he shoved more stuff up the nostril and left the room...
I’m in my feels today. This is going to be a long, laying my heart out there, post. Hang in there until the end. I think it’s worth it. You may have a better glimpse into my heart and my life with CF. I was talking to a friend the other day checking in. We asked how ...
And there’s a quiet sort of humor in the way the narrator sounds so bored as he describes such weird concepts. I also like the fact that it’s done by one single person. It feels like something I theoretically could make, if I spent enough time practicing that art style, not to men...
is getting pretty good. I do the breathing things that they taught us. Breathing is rubbish. I try some different positions. Some make it much worse. Sitting and leaning forward seems to be the position of least suck. Jiggling my knees up and down helps a little to just get through it...