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 I watch Mystify, the Michael Hutchence story
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.