Next Thursday is the 10th anniversary of my mother’s death. Usually, by around this time, I’m moping a bit.
Today, however… I have:
rearranged my living room, with Gayboy’s incredible help (a wunnerful friend of the bestest variety)
changed my shitty old broom closet into an awesome new food pantry after having installed new shelves and two coats [...]
Being a photographer and loving light, it’s going to be a long time before I get over the regret of missing the sunset-lightning-fireworks for the ages experienced by Vancouver on Saturday night, all for more work on the home, but I will get over it, and then I’ll get to live with the results generated [...]
I fall out of love with writing.
It’s a love/hate relationship. I can’t live without it. I wish I could.
It’s a near-pathological need to dig, writing. For some of us. For me. Dig, dig, dig. I feel like I’m taking a stab at digging my way to China in my back yard. I’ll never finish. I’ll [...]
By A Scribe Called Steff
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Posted in Best of Steff, Dating, Dimestore Philosophy, Journalling, Opinion (Editorial & Commentary), Psychology & Moods, Sex, Specifically Steff, keeping it real, writing
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Tagged existentialism, life, understanding self, writing
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A lot has happened of late, both in my private world and the big ol’ real world, and I’ve been focusing mostly on me.
Let’s do something different here for a change. I’m gonna weigh in on some of the things Twitter and tabloids have been talking about from the last month or so.
I sometimes forget I’m a writer. I get out of practice, and then it doesn’t occur to me that, to be true to who I am on any given day, I should be playing with a few words. Sometimes I forget that wrestling hands-on with my experiences and my past is what makes me the [...]
By A Scribe Called Steff
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Posted in Dimestore Philosophy, General, Life 101, Psychology & Moods, Specifically Steff, keeping it real
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Tagged cleaning, clutter, dealing with the past, decluttering, getting your shit together, letting go, moving on, organizing, purging
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All these insecurities
That have held me down for so long
I can’t say I’ve found a cure for these
But at least I know them
So they’re not so strong
-George Michael
In my mind, there are two lives. The life I’ve lived, and the life I might’ve lived if all my insecurities hadn’t held me back for as long [...]
So, my downstairs neighbour, or as I like to call him, “Fuckhead”, managed to finally get discovered as the ongoing source of MY cockroach troubles.
It’s been 10 months I’ve been living with these fucking things, trying to eliminate them. Tomorrow, it’s D-Day! Fumigation!
Every vacation comes with that one day when Nothing Really Goes As Planned.
For me, that day was Thursday.
I got up early, psyched and ready for a great day. The plan? Throw my bike on a bus and do an extensive cycling tour of Kelowna for my last day in town. I’d pick up some ingredients [...]
By A Scribe Called Steff
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Posted in Humour, Journalling, Specifically Steff, Uncategorized
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Tagged adjusting to changes, adventure, annoyance, bouncing back, cycling, flirting, mechnics, rolling with punches
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Sometimes I just post a smattering of thoughts. This is such a time.
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Time evaporates. Make use of what you have.
It’s a big world out there. Get lost in it sometimes.
When I grow up, I want to be carefree. And aware. Always.
Alone is good, but so are people. When meeting them, it’s easier to find flaws [...]