Author: Lindsay Dianne
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Feet on ground, facing forward.
It’s funny the way grief shows up. It never really seems to show any regard for my time or my peace and just pops in without any warning. Kind of rude, actually. See, we love to talk about the triumphs and success stories. We love a new beginning or a second chance tale. In our…
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Everything in its Right Place
I’m starting to think about my addiction in a different way than ever before. I’m only a couple of weeks away from three years off cocaine and every day is novel in that I have not ever been in a position to say that. This is the most success I’ve ever seen and, I believe,…
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We Are Not The Same
For many years I found myself very concerned with the opinions of others. Some things I could let go, but when it came to things I was passionate about, I was coming at you with a huge hammer to change your mind.One of the bigger triggers for me was the idea that drug addiction is…
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The Danger of Forgetting
I’ve been reflecting recently about the after effects. Some time after we have set foot on a better path in life, the novelty of the walk itself wears off. Where I was once able to find genuine wonderment in everyday life, I now get a little bit grumpy. It can be very difficult when you…
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Hardship as Cosmic Discipline
I’ve been thinking about grief lately, as mentioned in my previous post. I’ve been thinking about the inevitable experience of loss and how each goodbye plays out differently from the next. Grief isn’t something you can plan, you know? And that’s one of the most difficult parts, I think. It’s different every time, it’s going…
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and the band played on.
Sometimes I wonder if I’d have fought so hard for a deeper knowledge of myself and the world around me if I had known what that would mean. It’s not that I’m unhappy with the results of the work I’ve done, nor am I lamenting, necessarily. It’s that a lot of the things I thought…
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Retro-manticizing
The human experience is so extraordinary. Every lesson begets new perspective and another conundrum or opportunity to reflect. A lot of people experience life through an anxious lens, focusing their energy primarily off into the distance, attempting to predict the future outcome of every situation… Real or imaginary. Not a single one of those people…
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What I Never Would Have Seen
If I had given up when it felt hopeless… If I had stopped when I was sure it would never work… If I had let up on trying because I had not yet found success… Think of what I never would have seen. I never would have had the chance to feel the warmth of…
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A Requirement of Respect
I never have any time, yet somehow I’m always waiting. I am a slave to the clock because time gets away from me easily and being late causes me great stress and anxiety. It is for this reason that I find myself too early for an appointment and make a quick detour into the half-empty…
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