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The last kiwi

The last kiwi

Fruit and more fruit. The mainstay of the over 40 dad diet. Those ever decreasing waistlines need trimming folks. Also, lots of energy is vastly needed to keep up with the energizer bunny type toddler that lives with us now. Not just fruit mind you, all sorts of good stuff. Bran flakes, wholemeal pasta, brown rice, salmon, no meat (of course), and finally washed down with gallons and gallons of water. Now, the only drawback to eating healthy is the…

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A Break from the new norm

A Break from the new norm

Decided not to throw anything into the ole blog lately. Because originally I said I would start this thing to vent randomly into the air, at least the world wide web of air anyways. A cathartic kind of thing. You know, for the most part, it works. Though lately, I have become caught up in the statistical side of things. like when you write something that you feel is good and nobody reads it, or maybe one or two hits…

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Superfly kind of guy

Superfly kind of guy

Mornings tend to arrive as they do. All willowy and mistlike, sneaking up on the unsuspecting masses like some unwanted shadowy reality check to bring us all down a peg or two. The false sense of security we came to know and love, gone in the transition from dark to light. The day arrives promptly and brings along an entourage of reality, bills, work, and obligations.¬†None of these things were ever in the songs we learned at school. “The wheels…

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Stone pillow

Stone pillow

Night again. Awake again. Millions of half baked ideas battering the inside of my head. None of them whole, fragmented shards of my derailed train of thought. Where the hell is this solace I’ve heard so much about? Can’t get used to this insomnia thing even after all these years.

A blog too far

A blog too far

Persevering with this blogging thing. Purely cathartic at the start. Now want it to go somewhere more. I’m not one to give up and I’m not about to start now. Wish I understood the whole search engine optimization thing a bit more though. This particular challenge is a worthwhile thing to undertake nonetheless, and damn it, I begrudgingly accept. Onwards and upwards. Or sidewards. Not sure yet. Where’s my compass.

Tummy troubles

Tummy troubles

Don’t know about anyone else, although I suspect there may be a few of you. But my digestion woes seem to correspond directly with my anxiety or stress levels. It’s like the gut reacts to my worries by giving me a brand new one to deal with. I mean, this had me so messed up that I had nearly convinced myself that I may have cancer at one point. Really, stomach? That’s what you want for me.¬† But yeah, really….

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Turnatables and(unnamed) saccharine sweet black fizzy drinks

Turnatables and(unnamed) saccharine sweet black fizzy drinks

Lo and behold the tide does actually turn. The things I have taken for granted can now prop me up to face the beast unleashed. The remaining other things can use every dirty trick know to my mind to try to take me down. Dramatic, I know. But a week of contemplative semi narration to my own turgid existence is finally now undermined by all the strange emotions that coxist in this, the labyrinth like place deeply hidden in my…

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Dawning of men

Dawning of men

The dawn sits eagerly beyond the top of the hill. Pondering it’s inevitable return to this place. We all wait with bated breath. Even though we know the outcome. Life exists on a different plane when engulfed by the natural spray of light. Darkness allows hiding places for all that fear the bright. Sometimes the dawning of day makes us look closely at ourselves and make us men. That I feel is a must as we hold ourselves up from…

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Lost in the middle somewhere

Lost in the middle somewhere

The end of the day brings a sense of safety sometimes. Nighttime protects all. Shrouded under the veil of darkness we can take refuge and sanctuary from the days and all that inhabit it. The weekend is even better, because there are even less inhabitants and the shut down can occur easier in the guise of rest. Monday can wait, the mind has spoken.

Reality is now

Reality is now

What do you say about the life you find yourself in at this present moment. Do you like it? Do you wallow in self-pity, do you rage against the machine, do you sit in quiet acceptance like the condemned man after speaking with his priest? Well, do you? For me personally at this moment, (because as you know it can change day by day) I would like to think that I’m in an everything is possible kind of mood. You…

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