Category Archives: Behavior Modification

I give myself today to make me feel a little better at tomorrow’s start. I’ll give me that one, too, and I’ll appeal to me for one more day to add a part of permanence to what I feel today … Continue reading →

Intentions of the morning bright with goal, which evening burnished dreaming through the night, are paled by noon and later less than whole, diminished as the west retires light. So this determination too will fold, and unremembered will be this … Continue reading →

Too slowly I accept the rate of change that slowly shows its trail across the sand a habit made. Too slowly moves the strange symbolic vector I can understand, that no one else regards or even sees. A snake, a … Continue reading →

The leader Lois dug herself a pit, inverted it to set herself on top, and laid a condescension line from it to twitching auditors. I wish she’d stop instructing, take a seat and look around. I’m almost moved to help … Continue reading →

This job requires someone who can speak effectively, with openness and sense. The organizers of the program seek a soul attractive, for intelligence is not enough; charisma’s needed too. Ability to take correction must be present, and no arrogance will … Continue reading →

I thought I knew, a thousand days ago, the secret to the wisdom of my age. But I let go the clue where I don’t know and now I find myself within a maze. I need to pause and recollect … Continue reading →

It’s day one twenty since I smoked my last – a quarter year since I vowed now’s enough. And since I met him, nine full months have passed (gestation out-of-body – not too tough). Selections made have brought me to … Continue reading →

My own metabolism’s acting mean – what is this one pound loss a week? A drop of nothing in a bucket. I’m the queen of calories; my chemistry can’t stop. I cherish my obsession with my weight more tenderly than … Continue reading →

When I begin to make a miracle, I have to fight the urge to pray for strength and use that energy, instead, to pull me to the starting line and walk the length I’ve mapped out for my personal crusade … Continue reading →