Choo choo b*tch, get out the way


Life’s been relatively good – I did the things, accomplished the goals, checked the boxes. For all appearances, I have my shit together.

But, nope – not so much. Despite all the good, I’m a trainwreck. Mostly of my own making through years of neglecting myself in the name of taking care of ALL THE THINGS.

Instead of finding balance and taking care of myself as well, I chronically took on way too much, eventually got overwhelmed and melted down, and topped things off with a liberal dose of guilt over my failure to do more and be better.

Essentially, I was a real bitch to myself. Worse, I didn’t even notice because I thought I was doing what I was supposed to do. Then I ran across The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck, and found it to be delightfully illuminating in this regard.

My fuckstribution system was all out of whack. I had overdrawn all my resources and was operating in a state of perpetual exhaustion – no reserves or room to recharge. No wonder I’d become such a mess.

So it’s time to move the bitch aside as I chug on down to Recalibration Station to recall and redistribute my fucks in a much more judicious manner. I’m excited to work at carving out space in my life for me – really celebrating all the whimsical, weird & witchy bits. This is where I’m going to share a bunch of related nonsense.

Speaking of – one of my new life goals is to ‘Hate Work Less’ and to that end, I’m going completely off script and trying my hand at selling feet pics. I’ll explain more about why and how, but to keep this short for now I’ll just share my link here and say, any interest is appreciated.