Latest Brews

slow down

Sweatpants & Parenting | There’s Always a Lesson

March 12, 2019 // 0 Comments

What happens when a new mom obsessed with productivity is too tired to be productive? A life-changing revelation, that's what. [...]

January #TreatYoSelfTote2018 | Reconnect

January 3, 2018 // 21 Comments

Happy New Year everybody! It feels like we’ve collectively *blinked* and somehow we’ve traveled around the sun once again. Not to say that this year hasn’t been, err, [...]

The Persistent Optimist | When Full Feels Like Empty

July 20, 2015 // 0 Comments

I woke up today with aching hands, a line of hot tension snaking down from my neck to my fingertips. Why am I in pain? I asked dumbly, while my neurons felt like gravel rocks [...]

What’s Your Hurry? | The Persistent Optimist

March 2, 2015 // 3 Comments

The backroads from my son’s school to our home are exquisite: hilly and finally green, since we’ve gotten just enough rain to stave off the drought-yellow crisp of last [...]

Zen For Busy People: 5 Sneaky Ways To Steal Serenity

October 31, 2014 // 2 Comments

For a couple of years in college, I was a Zen Buddhist, or what I thought one was. I read a lot of books from the New Age bookstore near the university with titles like [...]

For Here, Please | Get Down To Get Up

September 15, 2014 // 1 Comment

Mike told me he was going to put up signs around the neighborhood that said, “Missing: My Serenity.” Like the lost pet signs that occasionally appear on telephone poles [...]

on Notes from Nanea | Ordinary Sad
21 May 2019
Reading your post this afternoon. Did you look into my heart? My friend from college, now 30+ years ago has pulmonary hypertension and is in failing health. She’s 54 with a limited life expectancy. Yesterday, I sent a picture for cute-as-can-be mason jar shot glasses that I found in a discount store to a former coworker. We’ve kept in touch via FB and messaging. She comments the glasses are cute but she doesn’t drink anymore. Then she txts she has Lupus. The world falls from beneath me. I wondered around the store for maybe another 20 minutes. Numb. Exchanging texts with this friend. And I felt so bad about that picture. And I felt guilty for my health. And i was ashamed of my feeble replies to her. So regular sad is sometimes at the foot of my bed. Or greets me at the door after work and I find my dog has once again pooped in the house and chewed up an ink pen or shredded a book. But today I’m big sad. Last night, crawled in the covers beside me and sits just out of sight. But here. I’m ashamed of myself. With all my bills paid, manageable expenses. And now two people who have shackles of worry and fear and other feelings I couldn’t even begin to imagine. If only crawling through broken glass could convey us to the other side
on Anxiety Blobs Living Their Lives
17 May 2019
they don't ship to Thailand... snif!!!
on It’s OK Not to Want a Tribe
16 May 2019
My girlfriend's and I get together rarely and there's actually 2 different groups but it's always fun! They're infrequent but always special! I am the type of person that rolls with the flow and if we can arrange it, great! But it's not expected or required and that makes our get-togethers special!
on It’s OK Not to Want a Tribe
16 May 2019
I love this. My thoughts in words.
on Sweatpants & Television | My Top 5 Episodes of The Twilight Zone
15 May 2019
What struck me so hard about "Owl Creek Bridge" was how his legs kept shaking on the gallows. It was a detail I've never seen before, and absolutely right. Irresistably immersive. What struck me less favorably was that damn SONG.

© 2013-2019 Sweatpants & Coffee, All Rights Reserved | Web Development by OWN3D

web analytics