WARNING: PROFANITY ALERT. ANGRY RANT AHEAD. TURN BACK NOW IF FAT BODIES OR THE F-BOMB OFFEND YOU I’m pissed off. I am. I am beyond annoyed, angry-to-my-core, really fucking tired of this shit PISSED OFF. I’m ‘I want to break things just to hear them smash’ pissed off. I’m ‘punch the next person who pushes…
Figuring It Out
I have a confession. It may come as a shock to some of you, but……. I don’t always read the instructions. Well, let me clarify. I don’t always FOLLOW the instructions. Sometimes, like the other day when I was trying to put a new drying rack together, I didn’t even bother reading them. I looked…
When the Introvert Dances
I took a little poll on Facebook today. I wanted to ask my personal collective hive-mind what they thought about me. Specifically, I wanted to know if they thought I was an introvert or an extrovert. The answers, surprisingly, were all over the map. I got everything from extreme extrovert to extreme introvert, and lots…
The Courage of Imperfection
It’s no secret that I have issues with perfectionism. In fact, it’s become something of a running joke among my friends that I have a touch of “CDO” [because of course, the letters need to be in alphabetical order]. And it’s true. I laugh along with them, but it really has been something I’ve…
Riding in Style
This time 5 years ago, my only means of transportation was a bicycle. Yes. A bicycle. Yes, it was pretty funny watching me wobble down the streets of Carlisle on it. No, I never actually got very good at riding it, but I managed to get from point A to point B. I didn’t have…
With a Little Help From my Friends…
What would you think if I sang out of tune Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song And I'll try not to sing out of key To say that this past week has been difficult would be a bit of an understatement. For…
The Lord Helps Those Who Help Themselves…Except When He Doesn’t…And They Can’t…
I’m not great at asking for help. It's a place I hate to find myself. Needing help and needing to ask for it, and feeling so much shame and embarrassment about it that I just don't, and when i finally do, finding myself feeling like I'm a shitty excuse for a human being for not…
Of “Crash Helmets” and “Trigger Warnings”
*I feel like today's post needs a disclaimer. Yes, it's long. Yes, it's very, very personal. No, it doesn't come to any neatly packaged conclusions. It's been a very, very rough day today, and I'm still working through it. But my hope is that someone else might stumble across this in the future and find…
The Right to Speak
Normally, I don’t have a problem sharing my thoughts. Writing comes easily to me, and, as any of my friends would be quick to tell you, I have an opinion about everything. Everything. But I’ve found myself struggling this week with feeling silenced. I’ve felt this way before, when something I’ve said, or some opinion…
The Darkest of Nights
I dislike darkness. Sort of. Those who know me well would say, “But Christin, you’re notorious for walking around Carlisle in the middle of the night!” And that’s true. I LOVE Carlisle at night. There’s something very special about sitting in the square after midnight, when all is still and quiet, and the streetlights cast…
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