My Beloved Moxie

Early Sunday morning. Devotional time. Candles. Coffee. Journal. Sock feet. Quiet except for the scratch of pencil against paper. Reflecting on the week’s work and planning the week ahead. Creating rituals to support my wellness. All of this called devotional because it is devoted to how I want to feel, what I want to practice,…

Hail Holy Phone (or Dating People Who Aren’t There)

I promised I would follow up on the ammunition found on the run last week. See my Vegan With Ammo post for reference. I ran the same route the next day and did not find any more rounds of any caliber on the sidewalk. This made me happy. After a week’s contemplation the most sensible…

Calm-uary

Good morning, citizens of 2020. First change to the wellness practice is financial wellness: no more overtime. The boss announced it mid-December. Starting tomorrow I have to return to a regular eight-hour work day. Or I should say, I get to. The second change is occupational wellness. The benefit of overtime wasn’t just extra money….

Ritual Service

The best gift I received this year? My employer gave me December 26th off. Closed the business. A recovery day. Oh my soul, a recovery day. I work for people who value recovery days. Typing such a statement is a prayer of gratitude. Yes, it was with pay but even so, closing the business makes…

Special Is Not A Compliment

Two years ago I worried that if I wrote about my vegan conversion too often people would stop reading this blog. I made disclaimers such as I promise this will not turn into a vegan blog. I fussed over the stereotype; the one that says the most annoying thing about vegans is that they never…

Gentle Magic Packs A Punch

I share a work space with two women. Three of us in one room. We make it work. We have harmony without trying very hard. It feels like an unspoken agreement; our jobs are the hard things, our harmony while we do them will therefore not be a hard thing. One of us is messy….

Playing Left Field

When I imagined sharing updates on the body hair situation I fully expected those updates would be negative experiences. Any and all updates. It did not occur to me that I would have anything positive to share. Maybe some success of my own making; my own progress or work or breakthroughs. But positive reactions from…

Lessons In Assholery

Tennis lessons should be over by now but they are still dragging on due to chronic cancellations. Rain-outs, holidays, tournaments, and most recently, a reunion party. This week’s make-up lesson was cancelled for a party. We were supposed to be done by now and this was supposed to be our wrap party, as they say…

Losers Having Huge Fun

I haven’t followed up on the tennis lessons because there haven’t been many. We keep getting rained out. After three weeks of rain we finally got a dry lesson night this week and were able to resume. To make up for the lost weeks we decided to extend the duration of the remaining lessons until…

The Better Dress

Many years ago I worked as a supervisor of civilian staff in a military hospital. After I interviewed and hired a certain lady I explained the civilian dress code.  We were working under military contract so the dress code was a strict one. After we went down the list of wearables and unwearables she asked…

A Wonderland Of Rules To Break

Tennis lesson No. 1 was fun and no one said a word about my hairy legs. I mean, I didn’t overhear any words about my body hair. It probably helped that the other women in the group didn’t know each other. Sometimes it takes a while for such things to develop among strangers. We also…

Sweating The Small Stuff

Tennis begins this evening. I doubt there will be sailboats. There definitely won’t be a mountain range or a resort with clay-tiled rooftops or arbors with hanging foliage. No ocean breezes to toss the pageboy haircuts of apple-cheeked ladies joyously thrusting. It will be painted concrete enclosed by a chain link fence. The rooftops will…