I’m amazed at the difference this week has made. This week of pretending to be the sort of person I would like to be. This person who exercises and writes and keeps on top of things and laughs readily.
Maybe the reason I would like to be this kind of person is, maybe I’m that kind of person somewhere inside. Maybe? Read the rest of this entry
After a weird few days, today, Wednesday, I’m feeling good. Unlike yesterday, I didn’t spill my coffee and only take 2 instead of 3 St. John’s Wort capsules (the things you find when you sweep up the floor!), so I’m feeling good. I’d like to talk a little about my middle child.
I have been doing the Frugal Girl’s 14 Days of Love Valentines Day tradition for my kids. For the days in February leading up to the 14th, I leave a surprise for them to find at their breakfast table. Today, instead of candy, I gave an activity book for my youngest, a set of markers for my oldest, and a Highlights Hidden Pictures Poster for my middle child Or as he calls it, “Some fucking poster.” Oh yes. Oh yes he did drop the F bomb this morning. In reference to a gift I gave him. To express my love and admiration for him. And yes, I acknowledge where he learned that word. This is not a pertinent component to the discussion. Read the rest of this entry
This is the day that I knew would throw me. I wasn’t sure exactly how much though.
I knew I was meeting a friend/former colleague/former client for coffee at 10. I should have gotten up early and exercised so I could write while I was waiting for her, but no. I did not do that. What I did was start my morning as usual, but my littlest angel was in a tizz about everything. You know, the typical 3-year-old tragedies occurred such as the wrong cereal going into the wrong bowl, and what have you. Add to that my middle child consistently needing no fewer than 10 reminders to get dressed, along with uncertainty about where the bus was going to arrive (will it be at our door as usual? Or is the snow on the road too much for it?), sore buns and legs from my workout yesterday, and I was running on a lot of stress and little else. Read the rest of this entry
So, the question facebook keeps asking is… how’s it going?
Well, it’s actually going pretty well! I’m keeping with the exercise and I like it a lot. I’m writing and I like that too!
Of course… I do have other things on my plate. Read the rest of this entry
I’ve always loved the Smiths (well, since my middle school years) and when I think about how my writing (and life in general) the past few years has gone, Cemetery Gates (in which two emo kids deeply hang out in a graveyard and one reveals himself to be pretentious by deeply saying, “Thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn,” and Moz reveals himself to be both pretentious and an asshole by calling the first person on stealing the quote from a dead poet.) pops into my head. I feel like I don’t know how to do stuff so I follow others’ leads, whether it’s in mothering or writing or whatever — to the point that any idea I may have is probably not my own. Now, I know that there aren’t a lot of original thoughts to be had at this point in our long human history, but really, when your creative ideas can be directly traced to a Pinterest board, you might be totally faking it. Read the rest of this entry