Author: thepathtoworthy

I’m not entirely sure why I started this thought and where I was going. Although for many, this has been a time that feels much like any other time, it has not been that for me. I am miles away from what normalcy looked like. I am not complaining. I’m trying to paint you a… Continue reading I’m bored. You?

Okay, let's get back to the regularly scheduled program, shall we? Where was I? Oh right. I can live in a world where people around me are distracted, dismayed, stressed out, tired, anxious, spread too thin, and disconnected. I can accept when I am told that those who I love are giving too much to… Continue reading This big, messy, sloppy, crazy life.

Today is International Women’s Day. I am sure you are aware from all the social media posts and gratuitous sales offers, cloaked under layers of praise and well wishes. We love strong women. We particularly love strong women when they wear our t-shirts and eat our granola and burn our candles. We love Ukrainian women,… Continue reading Happy Women’s Day.

I’ve spent most of my life questioning things. I started with pondering why we didn’t celebrate Christmas and then wondered why my pin straight hair turned curly (puberty) and everything snowballed from there. I can be certain of a thing and then, I’m not sure. I’m anxious. Wary. Doubtful. I have a list of childhood… Continue reading 2.0 is actually 1.4.

Here we are again. The weekend. Welcome back. I sort of ran through the second bit, but maybe I didn’t land somewhere that felt satisfying for you. Let’s revisit for a moment and then we can move onto the first (well, that felt funny to write).   I will contend that every single age period… Continue reading 41 and still undone…

I guess I never really got back to the place I wanted to, which is tying my initial thoughts (and the song lyrics) with this whole ‘choose your battle’ chat. I will. We are just about there, but not yet. Yesterday, I walked through what it means to pick one’s battles and why I don’t… Continue reading Oh, how I’ve grown.

We were talking about battles yesterday, or perhaps the misuse (or at least misinterpretation) of that word. Right now, when I consider battles, I think about the Ukrainians. I think about trans and queer kids living in Florida and Texas, or really, anywhere. I think about so much strife and so many tough and rather… Continue reading Compromising behavior.

I haven’t moved much. Now I’m in a chair. A chair that isn’t mine, gazing at a fireplace that isn’t mine, eating dried fruit that isn’t mine, but also, sort of is, all at once. My legs are still sore. Maybe more so than yesterday. This is what happens. It is a progression. I don’t… Continue reading But is it a battle?

I drove up to my cousin’s lake house today to have a visit. I needed a change of scenery and he’s incredibly good company and so, the offer was too good to pass up. I am normally inclined to listen to a podcast or an audio book on a drive, but I don’t have the… Continue reading The Drive.

I flow through Sun Salutations. At first, I am thoughtful, thought-filled, and then, there is no thought at all. I am stilling the fluctuations of my mind. Yogas Chitta Vritti Nirodha. I am resigned and resilient. I am not depressed. I am just struggling. Times are difficult. This time has been difficult. Trying. Long. Lonely.… Continue reading Namaste.