Except nothing could be farther from the truth. I did unconsciously arrange to be alone on New Year’s Eve. But I feel zero woe. Because I am getting the hang of this alone thing.
It is amazing how you get better and better at the things you practice and practice.
I am making myself a five-course meal as I write about six of my passions.
Combining my passion for cooking with my passion for writing with six other passions. Which all together are a passion for trauma recovery in disguise.
Everything I do is part of trauma recovery. Including showing up on Substack most Wednesdays writing about grief.
On Mondays and Tuesdays I’m on Medium writing about memoir writing and self-compassion. On Wednesdays and Thursdays, I’m on Substack writing about grief and gratitude. And I aspire to be writing about culinary therapy on Buy Me a Coffee on Fridays and brain food on Patreon on Saturdays. But that is still a goal I rarely achieve.
So far.
I set seemingly unattainable goals. Then I fail for a w…
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