Showing posts from July, 2016


I am trying an experiment this week. I am (mostly) unplugging from Facebook. I'm not going 100% like Best Guy, who has temporarily deactivated his account. Because I use it as my main marketing tool, it doesn't make sense to completely ignore it for a week. But for the week, I am off Facebook by 9am, and that's the last I check in for 24 hours. If anyone needs to get in touch, they know how. And if they don't know how, they shouldn't be getting in touch anyway.

I'm doing this for a few reasons:

1. Facebook is a huge time suck. You get lost in the posts and discussions and arguments. You log on to google something important and relevant, and the next thing you know you've spent 30 minutes on Facebook and you still don't have that pertinent info, because you forgot to search for it.

2. I feel like I've become a little too reliant on it. Reliant? Addicted? Well, maybe a little more the latter. Bored? Check the news feed. Feeling lonely? Check in on Fac…

Insecurity Makes you Write Weird Shit.

This has been a tough month for me business wise. I think July tends to be when you're in a massage private practice; people are traveling or otherwise on vacation and the weather is just so beautiful that the idea of being inside is almost painful.

So why does it feel like I'm the only one not working?

Why do I feel like an abject failure?

Why do I feel like this was a bad idea?

What was I thinking, that I could be enough, that I was good enough, that I was worthy enough to go it on my own?

What was I thinking... that I could be a success?

Silly me.


What this really means is... I'm right on schedule. I've made it through the celebratory "I did it!" phase and I have officially moved in to the "why the hell did I do this?!" phase.

Building a clientele takes time. Especially when you are be selectful with whom you wish to work. But it does happen. It does not make me any less of a therapist.

It is, however, making me take a long, hard look at my o…

Project 251: We Who Are About to Rock Salute You

This past weekend Best Guy and band had a couple of gigs in New Hampshire. We thought we were going to take a leisurely stroll down, but by the time we got Toby dropped off at doggie daycare and ate lunch, we lost an hour. So, we only got three towns in. Also, we forgot about the Friday Coastal Commute. Luckily, we made all the gigs on time, and even got to dip our toes in the Atlantic.

For your viewing pleasure... :

We took Best Guy's fancy camera with us and I used it to take some action shots during their Friday night gig. I've got to say, I had a lot of fun using this camera and I'm stoked that so many shots came out well. Not all inclusive, but here are a select few of the guys in action:

Project 251: Home Town Edition

This past weekend, we dropped Toby Dog off at day care and headed up to my Mom's. It was a quick, rainy trip but it was fun. There was a Jazz Fest going on up in Newport, and it was heartening to see so many people about. I've been watching my home town slowly die for the last decade or so, and with the horrible scandal that left a literal hole in the ground on Main Street it seemed like it was time to write the whole place off. Luckily, there are a lot of people up there who care deeply and want to see it succeed. Keep up the good work!

Best Guy was in particular form when writing the captions for the Facebook crowd, so if you see quotes around it, blame credit goes to him.

To all my friends and family who still live and work in the area... I apologize. Not quite sure for what, but I feel I'm better off saying it now. 

When Your Heart Aches

This was originally posted on my blog over at Triskele Wellness about a month ago. It is still painfully relevant now. Perhaps more so. It feels sometimes like the anger, fear, and pain are coming to a tipping point. Something really big is going to happen soon. I'd prefer to believe that it is going to be a really big GOOD thing, where people are going to start seeing each other for the beings they are, but I fear that in order to get to this wonderful point, something really terrible is going to happen. And my heart grieves.


Growing up, the world stopped at 6pm, when the local news came on. In the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont, that meant just one station came through with any clarity. Unless, of course, we wanted to watch the Canadian news. Or better yet, the French Canadian news.

After the hour of local news came the half hour of National News. Usually by then I had already retreated either outside or to my room, as the whole thing felt too adult and boring to me. I was a c…

Project 251: Independence Edition

Originally we were going to have a garage sale this weekend. When we got our stuff together, we realized that 1) we wouldn't make enough money to bother with it and 2) neither of us wanted to pull together a garage sale. So we're going to donate everything. Eventually.

In the mean time, we decided to knock off a few more towns. It is getting harder and harder to do day trips without having to drive an hour to get to our first location. Luckily this time of year, that's no hard thing.

Stay tuned! There are going to be lots of 251 pictures this month, mainly because we're going up to my Mum's next week and then heading south to New Hampshire the following week. Lots of opportunities to cross towns off the list.

In the mean time, I hope everyone has an awesome July 4th!