Coffin: non-vital reading materials, particularly fiction which I now approach with the mindset of "name the convention".

Cradle: a deck of 3x5 cards. Self-organization is my downfall and a hipster PDA is now my lifeline to achievement.

Coffin: Regrets over my last attempted -- and as yet unfinished -- work.

Cradle: A new, less emotionally taxing project.

What I'd really like to put in the coffin are PTSD, depression and anxiety. But I have yet to figure out how to kill them so I can bury them. Awaiting discovery of miracle drugs.

This is a neat idea.

Coffin: Self doubt, insecurity, and worries. Whatever will be will be. I need to remember that no matter what life hurls at me, I will be able to handle it.

Cradle: Improved communication skills. I'm still working on it!!

Coffin: My low self-esteem, particularly around issues with weight and the feelings of worthlessness which have dogged me throughout my life because I don't look a certain way.

Cradle: An Oystercard - because I spend too much time alone and need to get out more and be with people.

Coffin: my "grumpy old man" persona. It's time to get rid of it, if only because it is starting to shape the way I think about things and I need to not become one of those truly grumpy old men who have nothing good to say about anyone or anything.

Cradle: The confidence to express myself honestly and openly, without fear of what others think of my opinions. I've done this to a large degree on-line, but it's time to move that into the rest of my life.

Coffin: My 2 year old son has some significant health issues and I would gladly give anything, ANYTHING to see those issues resolved.

Cradle: More patience. A little bit of wisdom.

Ouch! My coffin got a bit fuller. One of my favorite fiction authors, Donald Westlake, died last night.

coffin: something(don't want to jinx myself) and 1 fiberglass cast.

cradle: some ..enthusiasm, maybe.

That's very pagan. I approve.

Coffin: ambivalence about career issues, the ACA trip of "constantly monitoring", my ongoing autoimmune distractions.

Cradle: read at least 12 books this year, get back to the gym and enjoy the process of health, write every day, and learn to cook.

coffin: unrealistic expectations, laziness, mindless eating, the idea that "everything will be wonderful when I "fill in the blank", petty moodiness, restlessness, complaining (I don't think I complain much, but want to smack myself when I complain about stupid shit.)

cradle: enjoying the moment, acceptance, weekly date night, greater patience, joy, zest!

coffin: busted marriage [:'(] Clutter, both of my S.A.D. issues.

cradle: fitness in all aspects of my life: physical, mental, relational, financial

Coffin: binge drinking, sodium, mental health issues stemming from my childhood

Cradle: new blog, career (actually should put that in pre-school now since I put it in the cradle last year)

I'd like to place the cradle in the coffin. Then thrown the coffin down a well, burn down the well, and then throw the ashes of that well down another well. Then I'll burn that well down, and shoot the ashes into space. And then I'll throw space down a well and burn that.

I put Eideteker in the cradle and sing gentle songs to him.

coffin: Money woes. Running my (still crashed) websites costs a lot of money every month, and while the community chipping in for it totally worked for a while (even allowing us to get a better/faster machine for the community, yeay!) it is no longer pulling it's own weight. Add to that, it takes me a lot of time to add things and so on, which I do after paying work and you end up with little money and no time. I have a kid now that I should be hanging out with after work - so something has got to go.

cradle: I hope to change things around so that the site-hobby of mine is my job, and I can clock off after a certain hour and spend time with the offspring like normal parents. I want to be able to not worry about money so much and worry more about how she's doing with teh ice-skating, with her, at the ice-rink every afternoon that she wants to go! So, spend more time with baby girl!

(if I ever get rich enough I want to make another one. Cuz gawd, she's the bestest and I love her so much and wish I could populate the world with little bestest people!)

coffin: My lack of health this winter, I seem to have had a cold and/or flu for months now; my lack of motivation; my inability to finish any project.

cradle: My career, a job in the next couple months would be very nice. We're doing OK on wife's salary and unemployment but it we're just treading water and don't have much buffer.

I put Eideteker in the cradle and sing gentle songs to him.

I put this into the cradle. The one I don't shoot into the sun.

coffin: petulance and petulant behavoir; negative thoughts (and actions) that occur when I'm stressed or tired.

cradle: deepening relationships of all types.

Coffin: lassitude

Cradle: vigor

Coffin: Negative thinking

Cradle: Working hard and learning new things

coffin: cringing
cradle: smiling

coffin: things long gone.
cradle: a meaningful job.

coffin: old underwear
cradle: new car

Coffin: Busted heart, old anxieties.
Cradle: Fantastic new job, new crafty skills, laughing more often and more fully than I ever have.