I am a little late with February’s book, but you didn’t expect me to be on time, did you?! If you’re being honest, you’re kind of impressed that I came back to this series at all, aren’t you? And yet, here I am, selflessly reading another self help book so you don’t have to*. You’re… Continue reading Book Review: Unfu*k Yourself by Gary John Bishop
Soooo it’s been more than a month now since I read You are a Badass by Jen Sincero (my review here), and, as promised, I’m back with an update. I’ve gotten a little distance from the book since my last post, and while I still think about some of the concepts, I dropped most of the… Continue reading You Are a Badass – 1 Month Later
I’ve decided to read 12 self-help books in 2018, and I’m taking y’all along for the ride by way of a new blog series I’m calling “Reading Self Help Books So You Don’t Have To”. I have to admit, the title is a little misleading; I would encourage you to pick up a copy of… Continue reading Book Review: You Are a Badass by Jen Sincero
Well, it’s January 2nd and I am literally and figuratively writing this post from bed (where I have been, by the way, all day). I’ve been feeling like crap, entertaining out-of-town guests, and feeling behind in general. Gone is the mid-December New Year fervour, and in its place, the “Oh shit, now I actually have… Continue reading 2018: Create a Lot of Things (even if it turns into a garbage fire)
I’ve spent a good part of my adulthood wanting to start my life over again, fantasizing about how great everything would be now if only I had done something differently then. I can’t tell you how many hours/days/years I’ve dedicated to wishing I could go backward. I know with crystal clarity that I’d spend my… Continue reading How One Facebook Post Changed My Life
The cycle of my self-hatred is this: downward spiral into a depression that makes so me tired and irritable, I am either in bed, or thinking about how much I want to be in bed; then a small period of New Miranda time where I devise schemes to pull myself out of said depression and,… Continue reading To New Miranda or Not to New Miranda…
I cannot live through another moment like the shitshow that was my morning. We’ve been painting our kitchen, which is frustrating in itself (I literally cried myself to sleep Saturday night because I’d been taping and painting for 14 hours, without stopping to eat more than a doughnut, and I couldn’t see an end in… Continue reading Up is That Way!