Ruminating on Good, continued

As part of rerouting the thought rivulets in my brain, I decided that the thoughts I think right before I fall asleep are important, as they set the tone for the night which sets the tone for the next day. I’ve changed up what I do. I used to bring to mind ten (for...
Ruminating on Good

Ruminating on Good

The opposite of worrying a wound is ruminating on good. The word “ruminate” comes from cows chewing their cud. Just as cows regurgitate their cud to re-chew it, humans do the same—not with food but with experiences. Our behavior is understandable because it is how the...
Worrying Her Wound

Worrying Her Wound

(If you don’t want to see a photo of an icky wound, stop scrolling when you get to the end of the post.)  When I was in Tampa for my final trip for the bank, Leda was in boarding. Leda is my greyhound. She is nine-and-a-half years old and we have lived together since...
Act III

Act III

I am no longer an employee of Fifth Third Bank. I am no longer employed anywhere. I have been earning money since I was 13, full-time since 24. The only break in being an employee was when I moved to Michigan to be with Trent and became a full-time freelancer with...
Forgiveness

Forgiveness

I used to think that forgiving someone was an event. You forgive someone. They get a clean slate. One and done. I don’t believe that anymore. I have a deep and persistent fear of becoming a bag lady. As one of my friends asked incredulously, “Do you know how far you...
Forgiveness

Buying a Card

(Some posts are harder to write than others.) My mother likes to get cards in the mail. I like to give cards. It’s a good combination. Because Valentine’s Day was coming, I stood in front of a wall of pink and red cards, needing to pick one for my mother. In prior...
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