Tag Archives: stress

“balance #16”

This is probably a little aspirational. After a bruising few weeks I came home from work last night, before a day off, feeling like I’d done everything I could. And that I could leave it behind. All of the balance pictures have been about keeping the difficult things in my life up in the air, […]

“heralds”

This was going to start off like so many recent posts – been tired, took along time to work on this, bla bla. But it was worse, a new insomnia and a new level of stress. Waking up at 5am and not being able to get back to sleep. Waking up at 4am, waking up […]

“apogee”

After a break in transmission, a (mostly) lighthearted look at my recent work / life balance. Think Icarus flying by the seat of his pants. In the downtime, I spent most of my spare time rebuilding the blog. No one really cares about the details, but I coded it up as a custom theme with […]

“second generation avatar”

No resolutions this year, just this as a statement of intent, an underline to the end of last year. Started during the week off between jobs, and a conclusion to the accidental blue series. It began with the resistance of “hammer’n’tongs”, continued with the risk of “ballast”, and ends with this, the reemergence from the […]

“excision”

Making a conscious effort to deal with my stress. No, not happy pills but antibiotics! Tested out the Copics on a printout too. Inkjet ink good, Bic biro bad. Makes the linework a little soft, but could be a great process for working stuff up relatively quickly.

“paradigm shift”

OK, so it’s another picture about stress in my gut, but we all know misery makes better art than comfort does! It would have stayed as a rough doodle in my journal, until I thought of a neat way to resolve how it all fit together…

“intercontinental belt”

So I went to a pelvic floor physio, as you do, and discovered part of my problem. Always awesome to have a health professional find something simple and easy to fix. I’ve always carried my stress in my stomach, there’s pictures going way back with metaphors taking over my abdomen. Turns out your stomach is attached to […]