In the Runners Loving Runners Facebook group, a member asked, “How do I stay motivated to go out and run?” The answers—most of them anyway—treated the word motivation like a dirty one. Discipline, instead, was the focus, along with “I just do it.” The distinction I understood. Whereas motivation is sought after like the lastContinue reading “The Magic of Discipline”
Tag Archives: Mental Health
What Healing Feels Like
Absentmindedly, I started with “The client…” then stopped. This isn’t a progress note, an account for an insurance company to approve or deny. This is fun. This is where I play and chiropractically adjust my psyche, so delete, delete, delete, and start again. Work was heavy this morning. The stories of pain hit into myContinue reading “What Healing Feels Like”
The Not So Holy Grail
Today, a session reminded me of the assumptions and projections we create when we lack information. I think back to October of ’24, post cross-country move, when up was down and down was up. I didn’t know it then, but I wasn’t coping well. I was buried in my phone for hours on end, too-stiffContinue reading “The Not So Holy Grail”
An Unnecessary Turf War
I run. When I do, I take up the third half of a lane—the left lane. I run straight toward oncoming traffic, but 99% of the time I’m on country roads or in town—a town a 2026 census placed at 784 to 1,257 people—and the care for my safety means drivers move completely out ofContinue reading “An Unnecessary Turf War”
The Artist of Today
Often, in my zoom-zoom during housework, I fail to take a minute to smell the roses. Why I slowed my roll while on my hands and knees, steam cleaner pressed over a spot the dry vacuum failed to suck up—I don’t know. As an aside, since the little girl kitten and her mama moved in,Continue reading “The Artist of Today”
Writing For My Bully
I sometimes write as if I’m writing for my bully. She’s female, my age, and we went to school together. She’s dead now—died several years ago. Too young to die. And yet, because of how uneasy I felt knowing she existed in the world, the fact that she no longer does is, unfortunately, nice. It’sContinue reading “Writing For My Bully”
Autopsy of the Self (Book Part 37)
Previous I knew I would not allow it to happen again. With just the right internal key, something in me had finally Rubik’s-cubed itself into clarity—not loudly, not triumphantly, but with a quiet internal click. A recalibration. The dusted fingerprints show: I no longer abandon myself. With tightly pressed sound-blocking earmuffs on, I take myContinue reading “Autopsy of the Self (Book Part 37)”
Shattering A Illusion (Book Part 36)
Previous I’m often assaulted by my own physiology. The external world is my puppet master — its thick, hairy hand pulling at my strings as I move, speak, perform. Then, after, I scurry off behind the curtain, hyperventilating backstage with my head between my legs, the crumpled brown paper bag rapidly filling and emptying. TheContinue reading “Shattering A Illusion (Book Part 36)”
Alright, Alright, Alright
What’s funny is, I used to not write. I loved it, but didn’t do it. I’d go months thinking about it—like a lover across the sea I couldn’t touch. I romanticized and idealized, falling madly deeper into a delusion. Head over heels with an idea. Which was fine, except I wasn’t actually writing. Now IContinue reading “Alright, Alright, Alright”
Dehumanize No More
As comments piled beneath my TikTok video, I went into overdrive—delete, block, repeat. But with six clients stacked back-to-back, barely minutes between them to ground myself, I had to call it. For my sanity and security, I shut off the comments. Turning them off meant certain death—at least in algorithm-speak. TikTok rewards comments: Ooh, peopleContinue reading “Dehumanize No More”