I just swept and mopped my 100 square foot office (about a 10×10 foot area). Now I’m lying down to rest. I will rest for 30 to 45 minutes and then get up and wash dishes in the small bathroom sink, or do something else for 15 minutes before I rest again. Like millions of Americans, I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and Fibromyalgia. Most of the time it stays in remission. But every so often, after a month or so of unusual stress, it rears its head and I know …

Hats off to “The Rat Race Trap” (one of my favorite blogs) for the inspiration on this post! The compass? It’s about “finding the right direction.”
Stephen’s post today was about “In defense of laziness,” and he pointed out that different lifestyle choices are just that - choices. For instance, he said, if you enjoy living in a pizza box, beer bottle strewn apartment, but then hook up with a neat freak who wants “more” out of life, chances are you’re going to be miserable, or you’re going to change or …

“Most often, heartbroken people are unknowingly grieving a loss or trauma rooted in childhood or adolescence. That’s because we tend to fall in love with people who remind us of those who care for us – even badly – when we were young and totally vulnerable.” —Martha Beck
I think Martha’s right. But I think we also tend to seek out friends, jobs and employers who also remind us of those who cared for us - even badly - when we were young and vulnerable. I call them shadow relationships …

It was a rude shock to realize today that I’m still addicted. The things spam can do.
Some people call those emails “The Pottery Barn specials,” or “The Container Store bargains”. I call them “Container Porn.” I thought I’d managed to unsubscribe from them, but one snuck through the spam filter today and triggered my container addiction. As part of my 12-step program I readily admit I am powerless over containers. Seriously. If time, space and money allowed, I’d be swimming in boxes, crates, and matching file folders.
In a past …