• a work in progress

    my monkey mind

    There’s a quiet that creeps in on a Sunday morning following a night with no plans that’s different from all the others. It hits you hard – the reminder that you said no to something so that you could say yes to nothing – and the feeling of a weekend that just a few hours earlier was full of possiblities will soon collapse into a just another Monday. I used to think that was the saddest thing in the world, saying no to invitations, I mean. I felt it was a clear indicator of defeat, that I had learned through painful trial and error that I can no longer do…

  • a work in progress

    the good, the bad, and the seemingly impossible

    There are some patterns that seem impossible to break. It’s as if no amount of meditation, no number of therapy sessions, and no level of self-awareness will put a wrench in my favorite (or rather, most loathed) thought processes. Now, for those of you who are psychology nerds like me, you’re probably thinking that I could benefit from Cognitive Behavioral Therapy to break these chains – and you’re right! I’m working on it, but wow it’s a slow process. For those who aren’t familiar with CBT but want to learn more, give it a Google since I’m not going to get into the foundations of this psychological approach. Now back…

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    my life in (a bit more) color

    It started with a red table. I was online browsing outdoor furniture when this little wrought iron side table caught my eye. I surprised myself when I added it to my cart and was even more impressed when I actually purchased the thing. The color scheme in my home can be broadly summed up with one word: white. My floors, walls, sofas, kitchen cabinets…all white. My sheets, white. Countertops, tile work, bookshelf, you guessed it, white. Sure, the kitchen table is black, the den rug features a gray gradient, and there’s a smattering of natural wood and brown leather, but white is by far the predominant color. (Feel free to…