A challenge put down by Sammi Scribbles The word is quixotic The word count is 26 It might sound like a Victorian term of quasi-illness but here's an actual definition:- impracticality in pursuit of ideals, especially those ideals manifested by rash, lofty and romantic ideas or extravagantly chivalrous action an idealism without regard to practicality... Continue Reading →
It's funny how falling ill becomes the pursuit of labels. Labels, boxes, the very things that we seek to shun in most circles become all that define us. We become defined by what we cannot do. Sometimes it's so easy to get bogged down in what we can no longer do that we lose all... Continue Reading →
I am adversely afflicted by an abundant ailment I am a braying beast of burden barking I am a congested cur who's correspondingly cantankerous I am a draught-fearing deathbed dowager deigning dainties I am entirely empty of energy I am a feverish flibbergibbet fidgeting furiously I am a grey-gilled ghost groaning I am a health... Continue Reading →
There's so many types of exhaustion. No one tells you that you can experience more than one at a time either. I am exhausted. That is the conclusion that I have come to every day for more than three years. See, I did it again. I say that it's been three years since I relapsed,... Continue Reading →
To all the teachers who thought that they were gods, thank for teaching me realism, even if that wasn't your intention To all the teachers who only worked with their fauns, thank you for teaching me that flattery and adoration isn't the only way to get somewhere after all To all the teachers who thought... Continue Reading →
It's a decision that I face every day, maybe even twice a day. Or, at least, I should be facing it but because of the brain fog I often can't remember if I have remembered to or not. (Life's got very like that). You rip open the packet, out it comes and off you go... Continue Reading →
- What is that noise? Oh, it's such a strange noise. - That noise is silence. - Silence? I do not know it.
The Big Things My friends The seasons The weather The Small Things Being part of something Being there for someone Coming and going as I please Doing something on the spur of the moment Doing things just because Doing things for myself Having things to look forward to