Beautiful piece of writing, Spike. I'm sorry about the cows. I enjoyed driving around them in the driveway but I certainly wouldn't want to meet on at 55mph. Happy birthday! Xo
Darn, this is so good. Shortening the lag time, yes. I've been up against this, and realizing how all this talk of boundary setting really is best applied to myself. When that shit comes up, I have to set a firm boundary with my thoughts. I wouldn't let my kid (or my cows for that matter) run out into traffic, and I can't let my mind do that either. As my dear friend instructed me, I've just started telling my runaway thoughts, *not today, Satan.* LOL I hope you have the best birthday ever. xoxox
I’m going to adopt that when the intrusive thoughts start looping! Ha. Thank you for another great tool. I know I’m a big old cornball now but I’m okay with it and so I’m okay with saying I am so grateful that we are allowed, if we wish, to continue growing and learning as we age. Three cheers for boundaries!! ❤️
This was an amazing piece. Thank you Uncle Spike! I always enjoy your work and it always hits home. I especially liked the piece you did on the misogynistic legislators who have banned abortion forcing a woman to leave the state to get a necessary medical procedure. I wonder how many of them have fostered or adopted a child? My thoughts are that people who have dicks shouldn't be making laws for women. At all.
Thank you so much. And I hope I live long enough to read the obituaries of every one of these bloated white legisl-haters who have stolen women’s autonomy.
Oh my goddess: "I recalled the old me, by which I mean the younger me— the me who so very many times could not believe one pain or another would ever leave. A relic, another version of me, my mind is its own history museum now and I its docent. On my better days I can travel through its rooms, and observe all that ancient pain, reel of facts about my past without needing to touch it, tap into it, re-experience it. Just look at it all and know that it’s gone now, ephemera all of it. "
Beautiful piece of writing, Spike. I'm sorry about the cows. I enjoyed driving around them in the driveway but I certainly wouldn't want to meet on at 55mph. Happy birthday! Xo
Thank you! Happy My Birthday to You!
Darn, this is so good. Shortening the lag time, yes. I've been up against this, and realizing how all this talk of boundary setting really is best applied to myself. When that shit comes up, I have to set a firm boundary with my thoughts. I wouldn't let my kid (or my cows for that matter) run out into traffic, and I can't let my mind do that either. As my dear friend instructed me, I've just started telling my runaway thoughts, *not today, Satan.* LOL I hope you have the best birthday ever. xoxox
I’m going to adopt that when the intrusive thoughts start looping! Ha. Thank you for another great tool. I know I’m a big old cornball now but I’m okay with it and so I’m okay with saying I am so grateful that we are allowed, if we wish, to continue growing and learning as we age. Three cheers for boundaries!! ❤️
Well thank you for giving the rest of us permission with your example! 🧡
Wow! Really an incredible piece. Thank you for sharing. ♥️
Thank you for reading. And for being my friend. And for subscribing—got your Venmo. THANK YOU. ❤️
This was an amazing piece. Thank you Uncle Spike! I always enjoy your work and it always hits home. I especially liked the piece you did on the misogynistic legislators who have banned abortion forcing a woman to leave the state to get a necessary medical procedure. I wonder how many of them have fostered or adopted a child? My thoughts are that people who have dicks shouldn't be making laws for women. At all.
Thank you so much. And I hope I live long enough to read the obituaries of every one of these bloated white legisl-haters who have stolen women’s autonomy.
Oh my goddess: "I recalled the old me, by which I mean the younger me— the me who so very many times could not believe one pain or another would ever leave. A relic, another version of me, my mind is its own history museum now and I its docent. On my better days I can travel through its rooms, and observe all that ancient pain, reel of facts about my past without needing to touch it, tap into it, re-experience it. Just look at it all and know that it’s gone now, ephemera all of it. "
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