Posts tagged with: bethydark

A funny thing happened on my way to a party

I’m sitting here in my hotel room in Atlanta, Georgia watching a series of old Sandra Bullock holiday rom-coms trying to avoid writing this post mostly because I’m so embarrassed... Read More

That reminds me of something my mother used to say

My mother is frequently mentioned in my writing mainly because she is a font of material and one of my most favorite people in all of the world. When my... Read More

FOMO vs. Acceptance: The Grudge Match

I’m sure it’s not much of a surprise to anyone that I find myself in the grips of full on FOMO quite regularly. I’m in a constant state of evaluation... Read More

I suppose there will be days like this

There will be good days, perfectly productive, pleasant days on the surface but for the minor fact that when you go to walk somewhere in public (not far) your legs... Read More

But, really, exactly how far is 100 meters?

The Great Scott (TGS for short, aka my neurologist) likes to ask me about my timed walks. He says taking timed walks is a diagnostic tool for him to help... Read More

Sometimes it gets very real up in here

I have been telling myself to stay in the moment and not think too far ahead so constantly that it’s almost funny how much work it is, this whole staying... Read More

That one time when I tried to rake my leaves?

It didn’t seem like much to ask. I mean, I did it last year and I somehow survived. My sister asked, incredulously, “You’re gonna use your spoons for THAT?” And... Read More

Something scary

I came home from work today, did my kitty chores (the feeding and the never ending scooping), changed out of my work clothes and prepared to do what I would... Read More

Today I learned about spoons

I spent the day managing legal processes and contracts. Not my favorite part of my job, but it kind of goes with the territory. When I could officially take no... Read More

Why does it have to be so damn sunny?

I have tears in my eyes today. I’m frustrated. Maybe a little bit angry. I find myself having these fantastic fantasies about what my life should be like. Like imagining... Read More