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30 Days of Gratitude: Day 25
If I could only have one tool to make my art, that would be Mod Podge. Like the label says, “It’s a sealer! It’s a glue! It’s a finish!” Gloppy or thin, matte finish or glossy, it’s great for...
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Bipolar Bad-Ass Training, Revised—Part 2
The area I revised most in my Bipolar Bad-Ass Training after reading Gretchen Rubin’s book, The Happiness Project, was in Securing Down Time. Rubin’s book showed me there’s lots more I might be doing...
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Affirmations and Visions
I recently visited a new-to-me blog site and, once again, was astounded by the many things I have in common with the blogger. Lara is bipolar, a student of Buddhism and in the middle of a huge weight...
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Friendship Forward
I left a lot of good friends behind in the Twin Cities when I moved to Iowa. I only stayed in contact with a rare few, mostly because it was too painful. They belonged to a life abandoned and...
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Blog-Tag: The Non-Award Game
Cruising through my favorite sites this morning, catching up on posts I’d missed while surgically-challenged, I came across a fun post on Kana’s Chronicles. It’s Blog-Tag. It’s a little like those...
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By Any Other Name
Language is the House of Being —Martin Heidegger ◊ I spent the day paying attention to how I name things. Specifically, my illness. I’ve decided cycling doesn’t really fit my flavor of bipolar...
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Thoughtless
As part of the “vacation from my life,” I’ve put a moratorium on thinking. No ponderings, no plannings, no endless rehashing of what my moods mean. I refuse to follow my thoughts into the future or...
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30 Day Forecast
Wednesday was my last day in partial hospitalization. It was a surprise. I went to the scheduled appointment with my counselor to talk about my progress and the work I’d been doing on my discharge...
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The Top Sheet Rumble
I changed the sheets on my bed yesterday. A mundane chore, but surreal without Henry. He was the sheet-changing supervisor (he was the Everything Supervisor), laying on the yet-to-be stretched lumps,...
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