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Groan ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() (scrub toes) = toes; (clean and unclutter) = neat; (Senior Center) = SCTR; ![]() Bogs. Annipon/Grace/Stik/Petra Chat. Miquel Angel/Joyce ฟอรั่ม. Remembered that Blogville is a forum. I basically did nothing. https://geediting.com/if-you-cant-remember-the-last-time-you-felt-truly-happy-sa... 1. Perfection. 2. You're a prisoner of comparison. 3. You're neglecting self-compassion. 4. You're stuck in the past or future. 5. You're neglecting your needs. 6. You're avoiding discomfort. 7. You're holding onto grudges. 8. You're not nurturing your relationships. 9. You're not living in alignment with your values. ![]() Walk. Breakfast desert... went to 7/11. Walk. Festival in Shalun. Took train NT$25. Site is huge. Foto. Plenty and วิดีโอ too. Bogs. Carolyn ![]() Ate duck. Drank coffee. Slept in. Blog. "Goodbyes" ![]() Bogs. AmyJo/Viv/Jen Walk. Down Mincquan to temples and lanterns. Foto. Lanterns etc. วิดีโอ. Walked through red lantern arches. ![]() Trip. Train to Tainan. Xin8. Edited and posted "Me..." ![]() Bogs. Debi. Blog. "I got lucky in Tainan" ![]() ![]() Woke up. Walk. To Chiayi Tower. Chat. With Marco and woman from Japan. Shop. Bought cheap Vietnamese coffee. ![]() Walk. Trip. reservation in Tainan. Blog. "Taking it easy..." ![]() Wash. Walk home has free do-your-own laundry. ![]() Routines? What's a routine? Same with goals. Walk. Trip. Bus to Changhua; train to Chiayi. Blog. "Chiayi... can't move." ![]() Bogs. Carolyn/Elizabeth/Elycia To Anni Pon Blogging is a bust. My blog collects dust. I'm tired of begging, shedding, getting hurt. It has no ambiance, no audience, spare purpose. Even my focused blogs don't work. People prefer re-posting memes and monetizing rage; AI pictures of people and flowers instead of the real thing [reality]. It's the age we live in... sadly. Newsfeed is a good option. A short blogette for those who want soundbites with a link for those who want more. ... Lost in the night, feel the bedbugs bite and the mosquitoes buzz. Lost in nightmares, angst and regrets, trapped in [dying for] what never was. 9699 |