This Hat is a Helmet

(Want to listen instead? Less screen time!  For audio, click here ) The first blog post I ever wrote was not actually the first post I published.   I had decided in the spring to start this blog but had yet to flush out the details.   One day before all those details were decided, something happened and I wanted to document it.   This is the post I am sharing with you today. Figuring out what to do about money with PCS is stressful.   Today’s story reflects a time I got smashy about it.   Next week I’ll have some more storytelling about lessons I’m learning about support programs and what thoughts and feelings these have brought up for me. Until then, enjoy this post written May 25th, 2018. ————————————————————————————————————————- FINANCIAL STAKES I just smashed an empty breadcrumbs can with my hockey stick.   I put on my sunglasses before doing it; protective eyewear = safety first.   Then I ripped the glasses off my face and threw them at the concr

(You should probably listen to this one.  For audio, click here !) I’m reclined on my couch on a cushion next to Bob that he allows me to have (lol…dogs 😜 ).   I’m facing my big window.   It’s a grey, rainy day.   I can see neighbouring rooftops nestled among a variety of trees showing off their autumn colours.   The rain causes the maple tree next to my window to rain down a confetti of red, orange and yellow leaves.   It’s a bit chilly outside but I still have the window open a crack to feel the crisp air and to hear the sound of the rain drops pitter-patter on the ground.   In my hands I hold a warm mug, the contents sending seasonal savours to my senses… It’s fall, alright, and I’m reminded of a near identical day about three years ago.   I was sitting on this same couch cushion, looking out this same window.   Symptomatically, I felt like shit.   But emotionally, I felt rather content with mug in one hand and pen and paper in the other. I’ve never been a