It took more than four decades of desperate wanting, and now I finally have cats in the house! Let me tell you a little story about how that came to be before I dive into what I have learned about myself and cats in the short time we’ve had them. I was seven years old when I found out that I was horribly allergic to cats. My family was travelling and visiting friends on dad’s long service leave trip. One family we visited had some kind of fluffy cats that I immediately fell in love with, and equally rapidly started having severe asthma attacks, hives, and eyes that itched and…
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Handwritten journals are back!
On the first of this year I returned to handwriting my journals, and I am so happy that I did! For the past six years or so I had been using an app to capture my thoughts and was able to rattle off thousands of words in general brain vomit in a day. It met some of my needs, but it felt mechanical and sterile. It felt disconnected somehow. I needed a change. Digital was secure and private, and I needed that during those years, I had experienced privacy breaches and I felt violated and not at all free to let my brain fall out onto the page so that…
