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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Riddle me this ...

Yesterday I saw an interesting link to a Time magazine blog that had the headline:

Girls who go to church work harder

Finally! An excuse for my workaholic tendencies!

Unlike some denominations which only meet for 1 hour, once a week, my little religion had/has us at church on Sunday for more than 3 hours, PLUS we had/have church activities another 1-3 times a week, PLUS additional religious studies at home throughout the week.

Putting semantics aside, (since the study says go to church, not has gone to church a great deal in the past, but not so regularly these days to the great sorrow of parental units, church elders, and the Lord,) does that mean I've been so indoctrinated over the years that I feel guilty if I'm not working?

What about a genetic predisposition to being a workaholic? I can trace it back at least 4 generations on each side of the family, not to mention I was brainwashed by early experiences in the fast food trenches and now am bending to the sway of corporate culture.

What does this all mean?

Alas, I have no time to ponder this, as I'm actually at work and now feeling guilty about NOT working.

Pray for me.