You know I have written a lot about detaching and choosing to be here [stateside] and how happy I am lately, having made new friends, working less - doing more/better stuff and all that... Well, yes I was. But I am not anymore. So why the sudden 180? Am I schizophrenic? What is wrong with … Continue reading The day my sister called me and I did not pick up
I am probably driving my friends nuts right now, because in the last couple of months most of my FB posts basically say this: Life. Is. Good. Or I tell them how much I love my life. Or how much I love my home. And my (new) home town! I think I have finally found … Continue reading The unwavering power of detachment.
As the world continues to literally go down in flames, I'm sitting here thinking about how nice it would be to check out, pay the bills, get rid of all the "baggage" and just go on my merry way.... Go back to Thailand, or maybe go somewhere new to me, like Central America. Down-size, cut … Continue reading I want “simple”. Simple makes happy. I want someone who sees that too. Are you out there?
As I called out in my last blog post The strangest experience ever, about how coming back to Seattle this time, didn't send me off into a total spin. On the contrary, I felt like a visitor in my own home and in my own neighbourhood, where I literally know everyone... A bit like "an out of … Continue reading I am finally detached – and that’s why I have found true happiness!
I have written about my mental health journey over the last year, mostly focused on how I have addressed it. Never really touching that much about what caused it. This is intentional as I have started learning to embrace some fundamental teachings of the Buddha: "Letting Go" and "Living in the Present". The one post … Continue reading Memoirs of an ex-pat. And her complete social failure that led to collapse.
I haven't been this happy in a long, long time. I used to be afraid of addressing my depression, because I liked my highs more than I detested my lows. Or at least I thought I did. I thought (or told myself as a means to avoid dealing?) that if I'd address and get rid … Continue reading I’d rather be happy than high….
For those of you who've been following me for a while, you know that I usually refer to myself as a recovering Lutheran, or a "good girl" in recovery. Simply because my entire life (all of my first 41 1/2 years at least) I have always made decisions based on what I "should" be doing. … Continue reading It’s time to buy the ticket and take the ride!