Pauline Evanosky

Thursday, March 26, 2026

Sometimes I Worry About Repeating Myself

When I first started writing where the public might see it, one of the things I was concerned about was repeating myself. Now, with a bazillion articles written (somewhere close to 1,000), I don’t worry about it anymore. There are a few reasons.

Maybe it is a good subject that deserves to have a lot written about it. Some things like that eventually turn into books.
When I write, I don’t present the entire story. I can’t. I just remember so much. Maybe two weeks from now, I’ll think of something else related to the subject. Seeing as how I’ve probably already published the article, well, I’ll just talk about it some more.
If what I write about is a personal lesson, well, sometimes the things I learn take more than a few minutes to process. I’m talking years. Like patience. I’ve been working on that for years. I am certainly more patient now than I was 20 years ago, but still, there is always room for improvement. I can tell you things like that just take years for me to develop. I can’t imagine that they would be any different for other people.

The most freeing thing, though, that happened with not worrying about repeating myself was not worrying about it.

I had no idea I was limiting myself in that manner. I suppose it’s a common enough thing, like with somebody just recovering from a heart attack. They didn’t realize how everything going on in their life before the attack actually contributed to it.

I suppose what I’m trying to say here is that the stresses we feel, the frustration that goes with us hand in hand in daily life, are not conducive to a person living a carefree and happy life.

You worry about prices, about inflation. You worry that you can keep your job and your company isn’t going to fold. You worry about being able to take care of your family. You worry about how the government manages to situate itself between you and your life, the way you want to live it. You could also substitute many other entities in place of the government, your parents, your siblings, your other relatives, your friends, or people at work. And that’s just human nature. People are busy bodies. They can’t help themselves, I think.

I am not saying it is easy to let go of these sorts of worries. I know I’m still working on it. I suppose the idea is to keep trying. If you aren’t able to do it, well, just try again. It helps to keep a journal at hand to help you work through your issues. Just writing about them sometimes will help.

One of the things about worry that might help you is to sit yourself down in the midst of everything you are worried about and think something along these lines: How will worry solve the problem? Yes, ask yourself the question. Does worry keep you safe? Does worrying about it make your job more enjoyable? Maybe worry is something that helps you spin your wheels. If you weren’t worrying about something would anything get done? Actually, I need to be asking myself these questions.

Life, as I see it now, is like a sine wave, like biorhythms are. It goes up, it goes down. Sometimes you are happy and confident, and other times your knees are knocking together with fear. The goal, I suppose, would be to be able to move gracefully through life, learning stuff as you go, making the living for those around you and yourself easier.

And you just need to keep trying.

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Tuesday, March 24, 2026

A Query Into Donation Buttons

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Okay, I had to laugh. I was reading articles on Medium.com today. Lovely website. You get to meet lots of people there, especially those interested in writing. The only downside is that to be a member you need to pay $5 a month, or $50 for a year’s subscription when you pay it all at once. I don’t mind doing it. I’ve been there almost five years, and over time, I’ve earned some money on the platform. However, in the last couple of years, they’ve had a huge management shakeup and have created a better business plan for themselves, and consequently for their members. How that worked for me is I now earn bupkus from them. Yes, I said bupkus. If you want to look on the bright side, which I generally try to do, I am learning as a writer. I’ve got a place to publish, and some people read what I write. What used to be $20 a month has dwindled down to more like $1 a month in earnings.

I read an article where the lady had a PayPal donation button at the end of her article. The plea was to help her feed her cats. I can understand. We’ve got three cats, and they do like to eat. In the past, I’ve posted a Buy Me a Coffee link, which nobody ever clicked. I’ve been using PayPal for a gazillion years, and I thought, “Hey, maybe.”

So, I went to PayPal to figure out how to make a button. You could choose whether you wanted to have a campaign; say, if you needed an updated computer to write on, you could set a donation limit of $1,000 or whatever a new computer costs these days. Then I happened to catch a YouTube short of a lady with lots of teeth in her pictures. Granted, they are nice-looking teeth, but wow, does she have a lot of them. Anyway, in her YouTube short, she talked about how people who want to donate to you don’t especially like to wade through a lot of complicated stuff. She inferred that this happens with PayPal. Also, there are fees involved. Always. Hey, that’s what banks do.

So she recommended that people use something called DonorBox. I figured, why not check it out? The one thing with me using PayPal was that I established the account back in the day when I was going by LadySkyeFyre. In those days, nobody used their real names on the Internet. I adopted the name LadySkyeFyre after everybody who read what I wrote under my original fake nickname thought I was a man. It was a combination of my initials: PEV. Also, LadySkyeFyre was a sort of a take on the stones I was using at the time to learn how to be a psychic channel. Moldavite, horribly expensive now, looks like somebody smashed up an old green Coca-Cola bottle. It is an asteroid that fell to Earth a gazillion years ago. As the asteroid fell through the Earth’s atmosphere, it burned up; consequently, it looks like green glass. That asteroid scattered itself over what are now Czechoslovakian potato fields. It is called an outer space stone, a channeling stone, or a stone of transformation, and if you are quiet enough, you can feel it vibrating in your hand. It is supposed to help you make contact with celestial beings. I used it to try to make a connection with my Spirit Guide. Did it work? Well, I’m channeling now. Maybe it did.

So, my nickname came from that stone. It fell through the sky and burned up as it did. LadySkyeFyre.

By the way, I gave one of my pieces of moldavite who reported back to me the next day she’d had four orgasms in her sleep. Who can argue with that? That never happened to me, but I use that story to establish credibility for the stone.

The problem is that whenever I use my PayPal account, it shows my old name, LadySkyeFyre, and nobody knows my real name, Pauline Evanosky. Consequently, there might be some confusion.

So, on I went over to DonorBox to check them out. That’s where I laughed because they were referring to donations made to non-profits. The only way I qualify as a non-profit is because I don’t make any money. Now, I’m not going to go through the legal process of becoming a legitimate non-profit. My husband did that when he and his boss went through all the legal hoops of doing that with The Alameda Post, an online newspaper in Alameda. Besides, I hope someday to earn some money with my writing.

However, you don’t make money unless you ask for it. For me, that will likely be an incentive to get something published this year.