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All I Want Is A Cup of Coffee

Because it’s the only thing I cannot have. I did it to myself: decided to quit. Damn the road to health! I’ve quit before, just never for good. “For good.” Sounds so final. Now I need a cup of coffee to deal with my finality issues. Hey, I know: I’ll quit just for today. I’m good at that shell game.

If you’ve never quit coffee, or are not really human so never took it up, the downside is the withdrawal headache. A blinding, vise-grip-on-your-entire- head, seasick, just shoot me now — really, pull the trigger, please — headache. Puts any hangover to . . . → Read More: All I Want Is A Cup of Coffee

“How Are You Feeling?”

I’ve been getting that a lot lately, combined with seriously concerned looks, both in Kentucky and here in Costa Rica. I was wondering why until I happened to catch myself in the mirror last night. You know, just regular, without the posing. It was a little scary: the hair. No wonder people look at me like I might break! Here’s what they see:

Scared yet? Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha! That little bald spot in front is attractive, yes? I can’t dye my hair because what’s left will probably dissolve. It’s all dry and stiff, un-tame-able and creepy feeling. You can’t really see . . . → Read More: “How Are You Feeling?”

Fallout (or More On The Hangnail)

DAILY REFLECTIONS July 4 IDENTIFYING FEAR: “The chief activator of our defects has been self-centered fear…” When I feel uncomfortable, irritated, or depressed, I look for fear. This “evil and corroding thread” is the root of my distress: Fear of failure; fear of others’ opinions; fear of harm, and many other fears. I have found a Higher Power who does not want me to live in fear and, as a result, the experience of my spiritual program is freedom and joy. I am no longer willing to live with the multitude of character defects that characterized my life before . . . → Read More: Fallout (or More On The Hangnail)