I lie on this twin bed.
Now my marital bed, once my sister-in-law's... who is now 32.
Hundreds of fluffy white clouds parade the blue wallpapered walls.
Teenage posters and album covers, faces of the famous, hang before me. Some sag and buckle with the weariness of time. Smears of blue tack streak from their . . .
Our time in New Orleans has come to an end.
In fact, we have literally hit a dead end! Our apartment complex backs up to the levee... a monstrous grey wall that has stared at us in mocking silence every day since last September. Imploring us to open our eyes and see that we have actually hit a wall.
Until a few . . .
I spent four hours yesterday rewriting a post I'd written and published on my blog six months ago. Then today I read it, hated it, and switched it back to its original version. Meanwhile I'm still not 100% happy with it...
I am totally perplexed why I would waste so much precious time agonizing over an old post, especially . . .
Caught up in a web of confusion
I have decided that life is like a wash cycle.
Imagine for a second that childhood through teens is the wash, rinse, and spin cycle. During this time society attempts to make us all "smell" (or become) the same... rules, behavior, etc. Then adulthood arrives and we get tossed into the tumble dryer, forced to explore, mix . . .
Posted in: life muses
Time for a System Re-boot
This morning I was feeling stuck.
Totally immobilized from stress overwhelm. There were a zillion things I should have been doing but the stress took top billing. All I could think was to call on the wisdom of my mother-in-law.
And her advice?
Get up, Get dressed, Get out!
It was that simple. So . . .
Posted in: my journal
Today I am practicing,
Throw at me all you got.
Belittle my quirks. Undermine my abilities. Tread on my polite demeanor and quiet disposition. Even scoff my logic.
It wont change anything.
My worth is still my worth. It is not measured by your judgement.
So please, go . . .
Let the climb begin...
My husband and I rarely fight these days but with fists cocked for weeks now, my time had arrived.
In the Walgreen's parking lot no less.
I stared into our bag of purchases, absolutely flabbergasted. Frantically I searched for the receipt, yelling unapolagetically,
. . .
Who spends $89 in Walgreens?!
Posted in: my journal