I first started blogging back in the days before facebook. Blogging isn’t what it used to be and my tinyletter Naive Psychologist (subscribe here) is a bit more old-school blog. I don’t blog like I used to, but I still like to write on here every now and then. Sporadically. You can read my Adelaide Fringe posts here, and my 150 word posts here.
In which my internal dialogue grows accents
In which I eat before bed
In which I make it
In which I’m grumpy, even if I know I shouldn’t be
In which I am becoming older
In which the puppy arrives
In which I worry about racism
In which it’s a bit late on Sunday evening
In which Saturday night is not a rockstar night
In which I remain distracted, but am finally focused on the task at hand
In which I spend the day attending to work as best I can
In which I am utterly despondent about politics and turn to television
In which I discover the daggy world of the fitbit
In which I discover that tulips aren’t the only flowers
In which I take hours to do my shopping but it’s worth it
In which I wonder who I even am
In which we are glad to be dry.
In which we are squooshed.
In which I am reminded that my body knows more about grief than my mind does.
In which my book is launched