don’t get lost in the games. Track the time and effort you put into them, and don’t let it become out of balance with the rest of your life.
Category: depression
Kindness of Strangers 11/21/20
you never know whose day you will make just through what should be common courtesy.
Still in Pain 11/17/20
it’s stunning to me that after all of these years, I’m clearly still reeling from this loss, very hurt, and still way more vocal than I should be. Nine years, a heart attack, two job losses later, and many years of living off of the charity of others, and she’s still the one that hurts me.
Kosta 11/14/20
He walked past me without so much as an acknowledgment of my presence, and proceeded to give his wife a passionate, deep and long kiss. I felt a little bit uncomfortable, in fact, and as I began to wonder if I should just let them have their privacy and leave, he broke, turned to me and introduced himself.
Tough Week 11/13/20
For my regular readers this will sound all too familiar, for which I apologize. I hope it ends with a message of hope.
Incoming Toys 11/9/20
I’m something of a technophile, and I fell for two devices that required a pre-order. Here we are, about three months later, and neither arrived. But I’m excited to say, one is shipping probably tomorrow, and the other should be shipping in about three weeks.
Moving On 11/5/20
I do feel it is healthy to let yourself feel the loss and the psychological journey through the resulting depression. But there also comes a point where you just have to move on
Meditation 11/4/20
I cannot say if I’ve been meditating “correctly” or not, but I can tell you that whether it was the right way or not, it did help. It helped calm my mind before bed, quiet my demons and put my spirit to rest.
Failure 11/1/20
Tonight’s failure was one of pride, and self-doubt. I’m sure I should have been able to do better, but I started literally saying “shut up, dad” and “you can do this” at the start of more and more exercises.
Motivation 10/25/20
My surroundings often reflect my inner state, modified by my need to be professional. As a professor, I cannot stand in front of a classroom in clothing that needs to be washed. Wrinkled, maybe
