Sunday, October 3, 2021

Come As You Are Party: Still Learning to Be Me


Image by Hieu Van from Pixabay

This is a response to a Haibun written by Donna, who expresses being in a post-trip funk.

I lost my main source of income in 2017 after my health became too compromised and it's taken me that long to finally stop browbeating myself for not being able to be all things to everyone. I was something of a workaholic. I was my job. I worked 12-16 hour days, often 60 hour weeks. I understand the feeling of wanting to do something but being unmotivated to do anything.

I would also like to share my thoughts on a wonderful poem about an owl.

I used to work this dreadful job overnight in a rechargeable battery factory. There were two things I liked about that job. There was a guy there who was a recovering gambling addict, and I enjoyed talking to him. Then there was an owl that I would see in a tree outside on my breaks. 

When I look back on things, it wasn't the worst job I've had, it was just tremendously repetitive.

I love owls, which is one of the reasons why I came up with my handle, Ornery Owl.


  1. Like you I adore owls. And am still learning to be me. And learning to be me without shame...

    1. The "without shame" part is the real sticky wicket for me. I learned at a young age to be deeply ashamed of both what I am and what I'm not.


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