Pizza for your thoughts – Handling Ho Ho Holiday Rage

As we are officially in the holiday season, I’m reflecting on the human sociology of it all.  It’s a very interesting time if you can take a step back and look at it.  Businesses known for their “adultness” of deadlines and bottom lines are filling their lobbies with large triangle-shaped trees, empty boxes wrapped in obscenely bright paper, and decorations based on a mythical night-visitor bearing gifts and his hoards of elfin minions.  During the next month, it’s absolutely appropriate – socially acceptable even – to walk around wearing a red pointed felt hat with a white pompom flopping around on top, or a hideous sweater that blinks or jingles when you move.  You can even use a government service to mail a letter to a mythical address!

Letters to Santa
To the North Pole!

I absolutely love it!  It’s like we all get a pass to let our inner children out to play in public display.  Continue reading “Pizza for your thoughts – Handling Ho Ho Holiday Rage”

Mom, I’m an Empath – Coming Out of the Emotional Closet

I don’t take the phrase “coming out” lightly.  I’ve had to make a big admission to myself recently, and I’ve already privately approached some family and close friends about it.  It’s something I’ve been avoiding and repressing for a very, very long time.  Given the context, this might sound a bit silly, and maybe it is.   Hey: I own being silly.  As a friend recently proclaimed upon her first time visiting my home and seeing my room, “Olivia! Your room looks like a teenager’s!  You’re ridiculous.”  I am ridiculous. I love being ridiculous, and my friend loves my ridiculousness, too. Continue reading “Mom, I’m an Empath – Coming Out of the Emotional Closet”

Taming the Carnivore, or, A Woman’s Place is in the Rebellion

I exist in a constant state of rebellion.  It takes different forms.  Sometimes I rebel against what I perceive as unjust or unfair rules placed upon me by my surroundings.   As an example, once upon a time I may or may not have walked around for several months with this hidden symbol on the back of my nametag.

Mockingjay
A call to all fellow Tributes.

 

I can also be an instigator of said rebellion.  I may or may not have supplied others with just such a symbol to place behind their nametags, as a sign of our collective solidarity. Continue reading “Taming the Carnivore, or, A Woman’s Place is in the Rebellion”

I meant to Eat-Pray-Love… but I’m really just eating.

Oprah’s a beginner.   I LOVE ALL OF IT.   The joy I get from eating is unmatched by anything.  Dessert is my preserve-filled jam.  Cupcakes cause a burst of happiness in my heart chakra.  Ok so wait, let me back up…  I’m getting ahead of myself, and drooling on my keyboard.

Boston Creme Pie
Boston Creme Pie Cupcake – can you blame me?

3 weeks ago I took a crazy, scary leap of faith by quitting my job without having anything concrete to land on.  Continue reading “I meant to Eat-Pray-Love… but I’m really just eating.”