September has seen me getting better. And I’m grateful. The work I’ve been doing has been paying off, and I feel happier, more content with things, especially as I creep closer to having a clear cut battle plan for what the future is going to hold.
So what have I been doing lately?
Well, there’s personal therapy, my physical work, and the personal work I’m tackling.
As I mentioned on Facebook, I just need to look at things a different way and I’m falling up the stairs.
How do I get life.gif to play backwards? 🙂
As part of my growth, one of the things I want to do every year, is to look at what I believe, the underpinnings of who I am morally, spiritually (though the atheist in me cringes at the word). What are my belief structures? What makes me tick? I think this will be a beginning of the year thing, rather than the end. The purpose is to give me something to look back at in the coming years, to see how my beliefs have changed, and to remember what’s important to me.
http://www.cracked.com/blog/6-harsh-truths-that-will-make-you-better-person/
For various reasons, I am reconsidering the amount of time and effort I put into writing for this blog. There are positives and negatives to having this thing, however, and I am contemplating those lately as I think about whether or not it’s worth it to continue (most likely) and how much I should write for it (TBD).
If you’ve followed this blog at all since late 2014, you’ll have noted that I’m on something of a self-improvement kick. Between going to therapy (including EMDR), and working on my own, I’ve been trying to improve myself as a human being.
Recently, though, things spun out of control, and I’ve been forced to come to terms with a lot of stuff. Stuff that I thought I had pretty well repressed.
— Bertrand Russell
If people are going to try to step all over you, be a LEGO.
— Randi Lee Harper (@randileeharper) July 15, 2015
Jen, a reader that I don’t know, challenged me for the 2015 Edition of What Shall I Write About?, with a request to write a letter of advice to my 16-year old self. Tough, but interesting. Here we go. Dear Dan, Today, you are sixteen years old. Your dad and stepmom are going to forget … Read more