So. Family. Here’s some background for you. Mum and Dad are split. Dad’s remarried (very recently in fact – at 71). Mum’s got her live-in partner. I have a younger brother and sister. Em’s 39, Nerd is 37. Without getting into the loooog drawn out story involving infidelity, lies, more lies, even more lies, cover ups, and all the nonsense that followed for years, lets just say that my Dad and I have a complicated relationship. I am exactly like him and nothing like him. If that can even be true. In fact, I would say the only thing that separates my dad and I is that in spite of the fact that we’ve made very similar bad choices, the difference between him and I is that 1) I have always owned/acknowledged/apologized for them and 2) I have honestly tried to learn from them and make different choices after the fact. A child’s relationship with his or her parents is always a complicated thing, regardless of all the life eve...
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Eight months ago I was not well. I had terrible sciatica in my left butt cheek. I had a constant charlie horse feeling on the left side of my groin . When i got up off the couch, i limped the first 12 steps. Getting in and out of the car was agony. I couldn't sleep on my left side. I struggled up and down the steps getting in and out of my place, and always held the railing. I popped advil like it was candy and none of my clothes fit; somehow, overnight, I had gone up three sizes. And this was just physical. Mentally, I was beat and still angry - about my career, about my dad, about myself....I was in chaos. I was life tired. I wondered, is this it? 42, feel like crap, hate the world, mad at myself, and basically going to need a walker in 5 years. It was time, I thought, to start unloading some of the junk. And so here we are - Junk in my Trunk. I'm not a Boomer, but literally just spend 85 minutes figuring out how to upload that bloody p...