Some People

I find myself feeling judgmental and bitchy about others all the time. The irony is that I am judgmental about the judgmental stuff they say. 

Why can’t people just be nice? Why can’t I just be nice? 

I suppose it comes down to the fact if I don’t like you as a person, I am not going to like anything you have to say. 

Why am I paying attention to the words of people I don’t respect? The same reason I read trash like People. I don’t want to miss out! I need something inconsequential to talk about. 

Besides, the people who I thought were so much better than I am turned out to be only human after all. Ha! Jokes on me. 

So, I may continue to roll my eyes, sigh, and groan at the crap coming out of some people’s mouth. I may not like most of what you say and do. 

Secretly, I am kinda hoping you don’t ever get your shit together. I need the distraction. 

If you manage by some miracle to stop being such a Trainwreck, I’ll enjoy watching that show too. 

Yep. I am probably not a great person. I tend to believe I am just honest about what we are all doing anyway. 

Tulsa Time


You know that moment you realize life is going pretty much okay? Despite all my desperate attempts to convince myself it is not??? 

I’m sitting here in the airport. Five hours early for my flight because I hate to be late. Drinking my trendy strawberry concoction from Starbucks. Watching Game of Thrones on my iPad. With free wifi. Seriously, I have absolutely nothing to complain about. 

I wonder what it feels like to be content. I keep trying to find the answer to this question. How do I lighten up and go with the flow? I keep thinking I have finally made it to that fantastic mystical place in my life, only to find myself wallowing in some self-imposed idea of what I should be doing. Although, if I am being honest, I never actually have any idea of what exactly it is I should be doing. 

I read this article yesterday explaining how you should not judge your job based on whether or not you love it. Perhaps sometimes it is just a job. The thing you do to make a living. Except, I do love my job. Sure there are things about it I don’t like. I imagine that holds true for everyone. 

So where does this constant angst come from? Maybe it’s time to grow up and just decide to be happy. Because I really am happy! I think I think too much. Isn’t there a saying about a well-examined life? Well, I turn mine upside down as often as I can. It’s ridiculous. 

Is this normal? Do normal people do this to themselves? 

So, I am probably going to continue to struggle with this, and I am going to have to keep reminding myself to get over myself. It can’t all be that serious. At some point I need to just chill and be cool. 

The Secret of Life

Sometimes I get discouraged. Things don’t seem to be working out the way I always thought they would. There are petty differences that are simply annoying. I can’t stand to watch the news. I feel a little isolated and at loose ends. I feel inadequate in so many ways. 

These are probably normal feelings. It certainly doesn’t make them any more pleasant. 

I find myself craving a way to make a difference in the world. I want to be useful. I want to have a positive impact. I used to believe these feelings were a sign of some sort of arrogance on my part. Who am I to think I have the ability to make a real impact? Perhaps I should leave these important matters to people more capable. 

What??? Just think if everyone believed this crap. 

How does a person facilitate change? How can one person make a difference? It almost makes me understand the painfully misguided actions of martyrs. 

I wonder if it still counts if you just try to make a positive impact on the people you come into contact with in your daily life. Can you make a change if you just start small? Will offering someone support and kindness actually change the world for the better? 

Maybe. 

Maybe that is not the point though.

Who knows the real secret of life? Who knows what makes a life successful? 

How do I live a life that makes me feel proud? Am I really a good person? 

The secret of life is…. 

Well, I’ll have to get back to you on that one. 

Just Stop. 


The whole world has lost it’s collective mind. Have we made any progress as a species? Are we doomed to leave behind a legacy of ignorance and hate? 

I feel like I am being constantly bombarded with one-sided inflammatory rhetoric. I do not even know where to find the truth. 

I do know this much. In my personal and professional life I seek to serve the public. I feel a kinship with all public servants. I have never witnessed someone receiving less care because of their race, financial status, or religious views. This is the norm. 

I do not care what race you are. I don’t care if you believe in God or what God that may be. I do not care how much money you have. I will take care of you. I will fight for you. I believe this is true for almost all of us. We don’t choose this life out of hate. We choose it to help. 

There may be a few outliers, and I assure you the majority of us want them rooted out of our profession just as much as anyone. 

I would also like to point out the lack of protection we have when we go to work in potentially dangerous situations. We cannot fight back. We cannot defend ourselves. We are heaped with verbal and often times physical abuse. Do we let this prevent us from treating you? No. Do my brothers and sisters in police and firefighter uniform use this as an excuse to not respond? No. We don’t. 

So, excuse me for taking offense when people try to justify brutality against us. Someone needs to stand up and say “enough.” There is no excuse for the attacks on police officers. There is no excuse for the attacks on prison guards, nurses, and teachers. 

We are part of the solution. We will continue to defend and protect our society. I would appreciate it if society would grow up and offer us the same courtesy. 

Hitchens on Everything

In an attempt to grow as a writer, I have committed to reading a varied diet of authors other writers mention in their writing. I am also reading more by writers the people I respect read. This has led to a fascination with the late Christopher Hitchens. 

It helps that he has written about secularism in a witty, informative manner which leaves me feeling a little more enlightened. I feel the need to be completely transparent, so I admit my relief to have purchased electronic books which has facilitated my use of the “define” button with ease. One of my bad habits is to skim very quickly through material and if I see a word I do not immediately recognize, I skim over it and assume I can get the gist of the article or chapter if I just keep reading. This leads to a lot of missed opportunities for me. It also explains why I can reread so many things and never get bored. It’s always a new experience because I miss so much the first 12 times I read it. 

Hitchens is not really light reading for me. The man’s command of the English language is a bit intimidating for a girl who has spent much of her life trying to blend in and avoid accusations of snobbery and elitism. Essentially, I have been accused of trying to use words separate myself from others to the point I stopped trying to elucidate my thoughts using more specific and clear language. I just wanted to fit in. I have since realized my mistake. I have a rabid fascination with words. My dictionary app is one of my favorite apps. I make note of new words when I hear them and I take great pride in trying to learn how to appropriately use the new words I have learned in casual conversation. This is what I consider a good time. 

I find the assimilation of vocabulary into my life a useful tool for making myself understood in a more accurate way. I have spent too long copping out by assuming no one would ever understand what point I am trying to make. I have also assumed no one could possibly be interested. 

My fears of offending people and causing the people I love pain and embarrassment has made writing difficult for me. I have spent much of my life trying to understand the complexities of argument and honing my debaters mind to see the opposing argument as well. This makes it difficult at times to make a point and stick with it. 

Frankly, it has left me paralyzed. 

However, I digress. (Learned that word from a book about a vampire bunny. I wish I could remember what book that was. I loved it.) I was talking about Hitchens. I could go on about this thing or that thing he wrote, however I think you should just go read him on your own. I just wanted to share how much reading him has inspired me to work harder to develop my skills as a communicator and thinker. 

I want to be able to articulate my ideas in a clearer and more concise manner. I want to be able to express how information has influenced my life. I want to be able to demonstrate how I have changed and grown as a result of my experiences in my life. I want to be able to show how it was all still meaningful, even if I don’t believe in immortality. 

I suppose I just want to not waste my life on earth planning for some unimaginable future existence. I want to take advantage of the life I actually have. 

I won’t be dishonest or hide truth as I understand it. I won’t be unshakeable and rigid to accepting new ideas as I learn more. I will never live by the ignorant edict of “that’s the way we have always done it.” I will be openminded and look for evidence. I will continue to value truth above all else. 

I will keep reading, watching, and searching for answers. Maybe someday I will have something interesting to say. If nothing else, perhaps I will be clever in the same way I find Hitchens clever. Wouldn’t that be a riot? 

McEwan Robbed Me of My Beauty Sleep


Three of my favorite authors live in the same general bookshelf at Barnes and Noble. Ian McEwan, Cormac McCarthy, and Larry McMurtry. They are masterful storytellers who inspire me as both a reader and a writer.

Yesterday I started The Children Act and I could not put it down. Somehow McEwan managed to convey the hopelessness I have experienced as a healthcare provider when I am confronted by patient’s philosophical or religious limitations on the care I think their condition warrants. I found the POV of a family court judge to be refreshing and fascinating. I devoured this book and will likely reread it in the future. His mastery of the English language is somewhat magical to me. 

I simply cannot comprehend making decisions to opt out of treatments to prevent some vague punishment in the afterlife. I find myself questioning their intelligence and reasoning skills. Even when I try to find compassion, I resent their decision. The key word is “their.” It’s not up to me. 

As a nurse practitioner I am tasked with providing information and offering suggestions. This is easy when the patient is amenable to my plans. It is more challenging when they decide to go a different route. Sometimes I find myself wondering if the patient actually comprehends the potential consequences of their decisions. I wonder if they are competent. (Obviously if you don’t like my answer there must be something missing, after all I worked hard to get to that solution.) Rather presumptuous of me, isn’t it? 

The gray areas of being in a “helping profession” are painful when people don’t accept your help. It is particularly maddening when their rationale is not a belief to which I prescribe. Explanations of their faith does little to ease my frustration. I feel bound by what I view as archaic and unenlightened manipulations by groups of men who sought to control their minions. (I realize that sounds harsh but I can’t help it. I don’t understand it. I’ve tried.) 

Despite my frustration I felt compassion for the family in the book. I wanted to like them. I wanted to understand their position. This is an important reminder for me. I don’t have to understand your reasoning (or in some cases my perception of your lack of reasoning) to be compassionate. Resentment serves no one in this situation. 

It also serves me well to remember most other people don’t care about my personal opinions and I need to focus on remaining as unbiased and openminded as possible. (Even if it sucks.) 

It’s going to be a day late. – Happy Birthday Mom.

Hi Mom! Happy Birthday! I have been working on a post about you- and I should have started earlier. The words are not capturing the amazing spirit you have. So, I am going to keep working on it. I do not want to undersell how amazing you are.

I can’t say it enough, I am so grateful you are my mom. I could not have done anything without your support. You are helping me raise my son, and you have still been raising me this whole time.

I am who I am because of you. I think it is a good thing. I turned out okay.

I love you so much! I am far away working, and missing you terribly!

I am so glad you are my mom. Imagine if I had a different one, there is no way I would be as badass as I am. (hehe.)

You have been so supportive, all you ever told me to do is to be happy. To follow my dreams. You have allowed me room to make my own mistakes, and you have supported me through recovering from those mistakes.

You are one of my best friends, even if you don’t like the same movies, music, or books that I do. You will listen to me prattle on and on.

You have learned about the things that interest me, and you can talk about anything I am interested in. See?

You have always been my champion, and you have fought for me, helped me fight for myself, and helped me pick up the pieces if I made a mess of every thing.

I love you so much. I hope your day is special and wonderful.

IMG_3937PS. Thanks for taking care of my son. And my cats. And me. Gee- a mother’s job is really never done is it?

I love you. Happy Birthday. Even if you did name me wrong. (hehe)

An Open Letter To All Of My Friends Who Take Selfies

This is a great piece about a selfie-appreciator. The thing is… For me it all started out as a joke… But, now I see it as an opportunity to show me exactly where I am.

Anne Thériault's avatarThe Belle Jar

Dear Friends Who Take Selfies,

I want you to know that I love it when you post pictures of yourself. I know selfies get a lot of bad press, but I think they’re rad. They give me a little window into your life, and you’d be amazed at how much I can get out of one little photo.

I love your pictures because I love seeing what you’re wearing – the outfits you build give me ideas about how to mix it up with my own wardrobe, and seeing you work your shit gives me courage to try clothing that I otherwise might have thought was too outlandish or revealing.

I love seeing how you do your hair and makeup. You look like a hot babe and I wish you would make YouTube tutorials explaining how you get your eyeliner just so. I want you to post pictures every time you change your…

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Your Therapist is Not Your Friend (and 4 other things you need to know about ethically sound counseling)

Appropriate thoughts about what therapists are… And are not.

Rebecca's avatarWorking It Out Together

I read recently about a couple of therapists in the town next to mine who were arrested for insurance fraud for bilking the Medicaid system. They got caught in part because they were bragging that they had found a way to “get paid for work they hadn’t performed,” namely billing for sessions that didn’t occur, and using the licensed provider’s credentials to bill for work that an unlicensed social worker performed. One of the many charges they are facing is “defrauding a public community,” a class-B felony. Since reading about this story, it’s weighed heavily on my mind. You see, as therapists, whether we like it or not, we are held to a much higher standard of behavior in the community than folks working in many other professions. And there are important reasons for that. As professionals who create space for people to share their most closely held, often shameful secrets…

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New Adventures

I have finally made some decisions. I am leaving my dream job, and taking a locum tenens position. I want to have time to focus on new hobbies and endeavors.

When I take a step back and honestly evaluate my life up to this point, I realize my career and education have been my priority and focus. I have even gone as far as to make my career the center of my identity.

Frankly, this is a scary step for me. What if I don’t succeed? What if I am not good at this new job? What if I am wasting my time writing? So many questions and doubts.

Then, I remember this is my dream! To have time to write, the means to travel some, and to learn new things. If I consider the situation honestly, this is perfect for me!

While I am going to miss working with the people who have been my mentors and friends through this journey, they are not going anywhere. It is perfectly acceptable to meet new people and to find new experiences.

I cannot wait until I am “ready” to branch out. The time is now. I am excited for my new adventures.