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I’m always on the hunt for ways to quiet my brain—no small task when your mind runs like it’s double-booked and over-caffeinated. Over the years, I’ve tried hundreds of tricks. Some were helpful. Some were disasters. Most landed somewhere in the middle—like tuning into certain music frequencies or finding stims that are both effective and won’t get you banned from polite society. (Yes, I can drive people bonkers with pen tapping. And yes, I have.)

I like to keep things light around here—DIY tips, a few laughs, and the kind of self-deprecating stories that make folks feel a little more normal. Writing about the critters up here on the ridge makes me happy. And honestly, the daily chaos of an anxious, ADHD-prone woman paired up with a blues-loving Oklahoma cowboy? That’s comedy gold. But the other day, someone said—kindly but firmly—“You’ve got all this education, training, and experience. Why not

Saw this one the other day. I don’t think I’ve seen anything this utterly correct in a very long time. Celery: When you have the urge to bite into water with hair in it.

There are certain ages and stages in life—we all know this. You hit your twenties and discover you’re not invincible. You hit your forties and realize stretching is no longer optional. And then, somewhere past the halfway mark, your body starts acting like it’s on a countdown timer set by a vengeful Pilates instructor. I understand the natural progression of things. What I don’t understand is how your fitness level can vanish faster than socks

Life lessons to live by. Saw it on a coffee mug! “You either get bitter, or you get better. It’s that simple. You either take what has been dealt to you and allow it to make you better, or allow it to tear you down. The choice does not belong to fate. It belongs to you.”