I needed a plan. And I realized this with a pain and a sadness and the most loneliness I had ever felt before, that no one was going to help me
Author: Kath Thompson
Inspired By In July 2025
July always feels like the Saturday of summer, and August the Sunday night. Tomorrow’s August 1st, and I can already feel that creeping Sunday-night energy. But for now? I’m leaning into it: bike rides, boogie boarding, beach reads, family dinners. Sun-drunk and salty.
Zapped: My Love Affair with Bad Dopamine
I ran out of day again. Not because I was doing anything important—but because I got zapped. By Instagram. By dopamine. By the endless scroll that trades real life for tiny, tasty hits of nothing.
Who Is Your Designated Sane Person?
I serve as the Designated Sane Person for a few people in my life, and it gives me the warm-fuzzies to know this. It’s an honor, really, and I love it that I’ve become their sane harbor in the storm. Here’s how I’ve grown into this role over time.
Here’s What I Want
But if I want my future to be satisfying, happy, and worth living, I have to consider my choices now in light of the person I want to be in that imaginary future. I have to ask: What’s the best decision here in the Present for Future me?
Embracing Home Again After Vacation
You know how you walk from room to room and see everything as if for the first time?
Inspired By In June 2025
She said she liked the way the people in Mansfield seemed to have enough. She said they weren’t into “more, more, more, for the sake of more” the way many people in Portland are. And she found this lovely and refreshing. She finds it refreshing, but frankly, this ‘enough’ mindset drives me bats. I see it as a form of complacency.
It Was Such A Good Week
We had countless meals. We drank our morning coffees together while writing and scrolling through our devices.
How Clothing Influences Power Dynamics
Fashion is a vehicle for self-expression, but more importantly, fashion is a source of personal power that we can consciously use to shape and create the way we feel and are perceived.
Talk To Yourself More Kindly, You Stupid Idiot!
On Tuesday, I had a close encounter with a tree. A dead tree. One that had fallen across the path on the dog walk. I had negotiated the “duck under” on the way out, but cracked my head open on it the way back, grossly miscalculating the distance between the top of my head and … Continue reading Talk To Yourself More Kindly, You Stupid Idiot!