Frozen Nowhere

I read a LOT of blogs…
 
Because, I do. A LOT of them. I think I’m subscribed to about 300 right now.
 
The highest percentage of blogs that I read would likely fall under the category of life coaching/creative living blogs.
 
Some of them give me great ideas that I can transfer to other areas of my life. Some give me ideas to start creating things myself, to journal or draw or doodle or write. And some give me HOPE that things aren’t so bad.
 
But there are sometimes when I read these things and I wonder if the whole purpose of the “Life Coach” industry isn’t to create MORE life coaches, rather than to really

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The draw of the internet, at least for me, has always been that it has allowed me to be both visible and safely invisible.
 
At least for the most part.
 
Unless I accidentally give out my real phone number to people who threaten to send me dead rats via Canada Post^* (which, in case you are wondering, really REALLY pisses Canada Post off… they do not approve of dead rats in the mail. I’m not sure they approve of LIVE rats all that much either… but if you label the box “careful, live animal” I think they will take it. But I haven’t tested the waters on that one yet)… and thus become somewhat transparent.
 
Being an online

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I have been called an ‘instigator’ by most of my friends. And then you get them all in one room (like for my birthday party) and they all compare NOTES you know… and then it just really looks… bad really…
 
I’m sure they mean it in the nicest possible way. Even being that its *technically* true… kinda…
 
You see… I am the kind of person who likes to think up new plans. I like the concepts of doing things, but I don’t always have the courage to do them myself.
 
But I’m good at “selling” the ideas to people… people whom I can usually talk into doing things.

Its how I got my friend, Serin, to start

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Oh yes, yes he DID…
 
The night before I was gearing up to deal with the whole legal and financial mess with STBX and our lawyers, our (not so) friendly (blog)neighborhood Stalker Boy was back at his stupid, juvenille tricks aimed directly at getting me worked up enough to respond to him.
 
Now, I have detailed the various things I have tried to get him lay off on me. I agree that I might not have been the most CLEAR in what I wanted from him… and I guess that might have been confusing for him. But at the same time, it really didn’t NEED to come to this.
 
If he had laid off when I asked him for space, back in

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A geis is a traditional Gaelic term defined as “an idiosyncratic taboo whether of obligation or prohibition, similar to being under a vow or spell”

When I first started on my path I made a vow that I would keep sacred secrets, and as asked to do so by true friends through my life. I have kept my geis sacred to this day. I have only had the geis invoked 2 times in my life, both prohibitions laid upon me by people I considered true friends. Both friends have now walked out of my life, in very different ways… and yet I will have not let go of the geis.

Do you let go of a sacred promise, when…