The hits just keep comin’ tonight, and each one has completely blindsided me. Joshua’s excitement about our visitors is mounting as the hours tick down, but it’s also prompted questions I wasn’t prepared to answer. I try really hard to be completely candid and natural with him when our conversation lends itself to a mention of my ex who lived...
I think you’ve all come to realize that this is what I do when there is either not enough or too much to write about. So here’s a list of songs that have struck my fancy since the last time I felt over- or underwhelemed. (Which always makes me think of that scene in 10 Things I Hate About You...
I could probably make an anti-gratitude list today because I have been a cranky, crotchety, pouty BRAT for the last couple of days and I’m not entirely sure I’ve worn myself out on those traits. Instead, I’m going to make a list of things to let go of. Because hanging onto this shit gets you NOWHERE, darlings. It can’t teach...
Since I am such a lucky girl as to have my birthday continue for days after the actual event, you are a lucky reader who gets not one, but TWO posts tonight. Don’t you feel all special and stuff? I sure do. I arrived to work this morning to find these lovely ladies, along with a birthday Post-It in my...
A friend shared this earlier and I’ve not yet had a chance to read the whole thing, but I wanted to mark it for later this evening. While I don’t necessarily believe everything astrologists claim, I do find that some cosmic junctures make for very… interesting times. Personally, Mercury Retrograde kicks my ass all over the place, and that revelation...
…We have arrived at the point in the weekend where I attempt to see how many tasks I can perform concurrently so I can claim productivity. I actually don’t feel like this mostly-low-key weekend was anything but necessary, and am more concerned that I may have overextended myself in the week ahead. I have at least two commitments every evening...
I know I’ve been slacking on the blog, but it has been a busy few days, what with writing a zillion pages every morning and getting old yesterday and all that business. I have so many things on my mind and in my heart, but it almost feels as if to put them into words would be to rob them...
My new flower friend, Virginia, has quite the flair for the dramatic. I walked into the office after the three day weekend to find her quite wilted and frail and all fainty, like a woman from a Victorian novel who is trying to get her beau’s attention. Tragic, isn’t she? I had a moment of real panic, but upon closer...
I’ve never really had them. At least, not since I was a really young kid, and outside of school and work. Or if I did, they weren’t deliberate and satisfying, which I think qualified them more as “ruts.” Tomorrow begins a new routine involving (much) earlier mornings, a LOT of writing, and daily check-ins with my sponsor before work. Which...