Can I have some?

welcome to my blog.

a place to post. a place to eat oreos. a place to vent. a place to heal.

i started this blog so i could use a different outlet besides munching on fattening oreos. as if that has done any good... *mind wanders to oreo package in the house...*

then i realized that oreos can be semi symbolic. if you are are that crazy about oreos that is. which... i am.

eating oreos is therapeutic for me. when i am struggling or when i need a pick me up. they have chocolate. and sugar. both of which help lift my mood. not to mention that i eat them soaked with milk, which is my miracle drink.

i post my posts to not only get stuff out. there may be people who read my blog who have been in the same kind of situations as i have. i hope reading them and knowing that others have gone through things like i have, will be to you what eating oreos does to me.


and yes. i didn't capitalize anything in here. i just felt like it. deal with it.


munch up.

Thursday, February 13, 2025

It's the Tech

I just recently returned home from the Superstars Writing Seminar. Now... being a writer... I have gone to many writing conferences. But lately in the past few years or so, a friend of mine has been bullying me to go to the Superstars one. And yeah... I considered it for a while. But I finally went this year. Now, I'm not really going to talk about the conference itself - that's for another post after I've had time to mull over how the conference was for me - but rather something that came from me going to the conference.

This morning, someone I met there reached out to me to ask if I wanted to join a group from the conference who were working on writing pieces for the annual anthology. A group where we could discuss what we were working on, help others get over stumbles, or generally encourage each other and help each other get better. And I (somewhat reluctantly) joined.

As the chat was going along, someone else sent a message asking if the pic was a good one for the group, but there was no picture attached. After a moment of silence in the chat, someone else asked... "Was there a picture with that?" and the original picture poster was like... "Oh! It didn't go through! I should have known it was the tech. I was worried when there was silence that no one liked it."

And then a lightbulb moment went off for me.

"It's the tech's fault."


My brain: ugh. you messed up again.

Me: it's the tech's fault.


My brain: no one likes you.

Me: it's the tech's fault.


My brain: that's a horrible sentence you just wrote.

Me: it's the tech's fault.


It works for anything. And the best part about it is when I think back to my brain, "It's the tech's fault," it has literally nothing to say back to me. Cause it was the tech. And if we take it a step further - the voices in my head that tells me these things ARE the tech. I mean... think about it.

As I pondered this metaphor even more, I came up with this idea:


self-love.exe is malfunctioning. Please refer to the user manual and try again later.


That ^ could be like an error message in my brain. The user manual is something I can create that has topics like "self-love" or "confidence" or "ADHD" or... whatever. And then I can have a list within the category that I'm needing at the time of things that I can do to help improve whatever is "malfunctioning."

I'm so totally on board for this and am loving the analogy. What do you think?

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Tuesday, February 11, 2025

Well hello, you!

 It's...... been a hot minute.

More like a hot few years. Nearly a decade. In any case, I'm back. Life has taken more than a few turns, but I think this will be a good shift for me. It feels right, whatever that means.

And so it begins. Another saga of Shay's journey as a blogger.