I dreamt this morning that I was on sabbatical and had been for one month. Which is true. Today marks the first day of my second month of sabbatical. That was the case in the dream as well, only in this dream-life I was not a community organizer for the WordPress open source project. I … Continue reading a second month of sabbatical…
a tale of anxiety in many parts: recognition
When I was a kid I was convinced of a lot of things. There was a toothy monster lurking in the deep end of the pool, wild boars are evil and had a personal vendetta against me, I'd be kidnapped if I went to the bathroom by myself in a public place, my brother was … Continue reading a tale of anxiety in many parts: recognition
the sabbatical begins…
It takes a certain amount of effort being comfortable in your own skin, and really I thought I was closer to being there than I appear to actually be. But as my friend reminded me this morning this is a big change for me, for my rhythm. And change takes time. So for all of … Continue reading the sabbatical begins…
the sabbatical lists…
I've never been quite sure why, but particularly in times of stress or uncertainty my brain functions as a long series of lists. I have this mental image of those unending scrolls that would roll out in a movie about Santa neatly filled edge to edge with list after list after list. All the work … Continue reading the sabbatical lists…
41 and learning to share…
It would surprise no one who knows me in my personal life that my birthday is, for me, a big deal. While others would like the anniversary of their birth to pass with nary a reminder, I prefer to be reminded that this is a day of Cami celebration over and over and over again. … Continue reading 41 and learning to share…
lessons from high school…
My high school experience, I'm sure, was different from the high school experience of many others. I hated everything. I was sad. I was angry. I was full of angst. I was covered in black lipstick. I hated my hair. I hated my face. Also I wrote sad sulky poetry and had zits. So while … Continue reading lessons from high school…
what time is it?
This morning when I woke up at, on the west coast, what was a ridiculous hour but was just plain early on the east coast I did what I always do when it's dark and I'm tired and I don't know what time it is. I asked Alexa what time it is. And she didn't … Continue reading what time is it?
rat based disillusionment…
I've written multiple times here about my fear of opossums. It probably wouldn't shock anyone to hear that I'm terrified of being eaten by something lurking in the deep end of a swimming pool. I've never gotten over my fear that a witch or monster may be lurking beneath my bed to snatch at my … Continue reading rat based disillusionment…
there are still problems with living in the future…
At 7am on a Sunday I’m not expecting much. But I am expecting to be asleep. This 7am in particular had other ideas. Or Alexa did. Her little notification tone chimed. It’s a gentle tone. It didn’t make me sit bolt upright. It just made me ask Rick what was going on while I slowly … Continue reading there are still problems with living in the future…
the ocean wins…
Yesterday we walked along the beach clad in tall rain boots, jeans, and raincoats. The clouds above were dark and fluffy. Thinning out in spots to reveal a brilliant blue sky. We guarded ourselves from the gentle gusts of wind with stocking caps as we watched foam from the waves tumble across the glossy wet … Continue reading the ocean wins…
