There was a writers’ group I regularly attended that I’d found on Meetup.com a few years ago.
As a holder of a PhD in Psychology, I self-analyze myself, my thought processes, my actions and reactions on a regular basis.
Life has a way of injecting itself and demanding our attention.
My sleep cycle is that of a person who works third shift.
I’ve realized that people who are used to being mistreated and disrespected are the ones most likely to take your kindness for weakness.
I’ve been told people believe either one of two object placement beliefs. There’s a place for everything, put everything in its place; or wherever something is, that’s its place.
Handwriting slows my brain down enough to focus on the analyzation and telling of my thoughts.
I tried fighting my sleep schedule before. It became the cycle of a new born baby. I’d go to sleep around 5am and sleep until the afternoon. I finally made up my mind to go with the flow of my brain.
The following is more or less an actual conversation:
During a phone call one day, someone asked if I had done any writing. “No, I didn’t do any writing. But every day, I do something writing-related.”