It can almost be funny sometimes to look back at what triggers a depression episode. Almost, because it’s not actually funny, but you want to laugh.
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My wife can be incredibly indecisive sometimes. If kidnappers took me hostage and told her she had to decide on a color for their hideout within Continue reading
I recently stated in my review of Chris Hardwick‘s book The Nerdist Way: How to Reach the Next Level (In Real Life) that, after listening to his book and doing some subsequent reading, I had made a lot of changes in my life that were worthy of their own blog post.
Some years ago, I was in a work-related conversation between myself and another individual. The other person asked me where I pictured myself in five years. I don’t really recall what I said, probably that I pictured myself living elsewhere but doing the same thing, just better. The embarrassing part is, it was sort of a bullshit answer and he and I both knew it. It wasn’t that I was completely drifting through life, Continue reading
The Nerdist Way: How to Reach the Next Level (In Real Life) isn’t a new book, but the material in its pages is beyond appropriate for the subject matter and target audience of this blog.
About a month ago, I was headed out of town for the weekend and expecting a long drive. My wife and I have an Audible.com account, and like many of you, we love listening to audio books when we’re going to be spending more than 30 minutes in the car. On a whim, she had picked up a book by Chris Hardwick almost a year ago, but we hadn’t gotten around to listening to it yet. Lately, I’ve been on a Nerdist kick (seriously, their podcasts are great), so I suggested we give the book a listen. I hadn’t looked at the cover, hadn’t paid attention to the subtitle, but it was Hardwick and that was good enough for me.
Talk about a fortunate coincidence. This was just after I’d written my first draft of “Going Green in Emerald City”, and a lot of what had been running through my mind lately was thinking about ways to improve myself—mentally, physically, and emotionally. I don’t know if I could have picked a more perfect book, for me, if I’d been given a dozen self-help books with exact details of their contents.
It doesn’t help that I get to bed so late. But what’s the point? The circles under my eyes may be permanent. I don’t know. I vaguely remember what it was like to not have them, but that’s been years ago.
I used to think it was just plain insomnia. That’s what you assume when someone struggles to get to sleep. I still think there’s an element of insomnia there, from time to time.