I Haven't the Foggiest

Tag: mental-health

  • three six five

    Week 32… The last time I wandered down Clement street with a friend, they took me to one of those shops where I knew I was going to spend money: cute stationary, local art, and eclectic books. Drawn to its colorful cover, I picked up Lucy Ives’ “three six five” (an inexhaustible compendium for writing).…

  • It’s so nice to be back home where I belong

    Week 31… I lost myself a bit there, and I forgot why I wanted to start writing again. Partly as a way to keep up with others after my move to San Francisco, sure, but mostly as a way for me to rediscover my own voice; to work through the thoughts that keep me company…

  • Try.

    Week 17… “Do, or do not — there is no try.” Listen, I know Yoda is spouting some Lucas-level zen philosophy about how inaction is action, and there are no half-measures when it comes to making choices, but there is power in that word: “try.” It is the middle ground of the binary; it is…

  • At Both Ends

    Week 15… I have been weepy this last week. On Friday, I felt my breath hitch right around my clavicle as I stared at the 30+ tabs I had open in a single window. And then my eyes beheld the horizon of oncoming tears, and I was grateful that I was by myself in a…

  • When the Going Gets Tough

    Week 14… … actually, I have no idea what the Tough do, because I am not one of them. I am getting frail in my old age — or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that I can’t get away with as much as I used to, as I inch ever closer to…

  • The Rat Under the Hat

    Week 13…. In which Meg attempts to articulate why I don’t write with AI, and prefer to spend hours, sometimes 48 of them, crafting these blog posts. “Sounds to me like you’re working harder, not smarter,” I hear the imaginary cadre of tech-evangelists say inside my noggin. And to be fair, I know I don’t…

  • My Reel-ationships

    Week 10… Technically, I missed my goal of publishing something every week because last weekend, I had a headcold. Now, Meg with any sort of respiratory ailment is a pitiable thing — I hate colds, allergies, the flu, anything that makes me cough and spew mucus from my face holes. To be fair, I don’t…

  • 9 lives, 2 Personalities

    Week 03… I’m going to draft today’s blog post while at the café. There is so much I wanted to write about, but I haven’t been able to settle on a topic. So, I think I’m going to end up talking about myself, which… oh boy. I can’t help feeling like I am a black…