It's tricky starting something new. But it can be even trickier getting to Day One.
I have always been inspired by this quote...
Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, magic, and power in it. Begin it now. - W.H. Murray
It stirs me up. It strengthens my resolve.
Many moons ago I . . .
Removing the hair-tie...
It was the day before Thanksgiving.
Sitting in a swivel chair, my head down. Snip snip snip… I watch as my hair falls to the floor. A striking picture of an Italian actress with pin straight hair and full bangs sits on the work station beside me.
My mind races… terror and excitement run rampant.
I’m . . .
Reversing a Bad Habit
It has been over a year since I last wrote, and it's driving me nuts that I can't create a habit to write.
Apparently I have no problem not writing on a consistent basis, clearly I have that habit down pat. But how to reverse this?
I guess the question is, what's stopping me?
I want to create a habit to write but in reality, where . . .
Finding happy in the ordinary of every day...
Boy does it take work to live it, breathe it, and not be at war with it!
It's taken me much work to discover that everything I need, want, or could ever hope for is right under my nose.
Spent looking for that magical something that will make me happy.
Wishing for a tomorrow that never . . .
Releasing my inner voice
From a very young age I learned the difference between being seen, verses being heard. I discovered that unless I open my mouth to say something people will assume what I am thinking just by looking at me.
This realization hit me one day when I was perhaps 6 or 7 years of age. I was at a family function desperately wanting to . . .
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 . . .