Thought Salad

Tag: life

  • Renewed

    Tick, tick, tick The internal wind-up clock never stops Tock, tock, tock. Not enough time I look for extra moments In the day Finding none, I ration my breath As I rush from a to b Then c to d, And e to f, Holding it miserly, Like the gold it is Some days, I…

  • Renewed

    Tick, tick, tick The internal wind-up clock never stops Tock, tock, tock. Not enough time I look for extra moments In the day Finding none, I ration my breath As I rush from a to b Then c to d, And e to f, Holding it miserly, Like the gold it is Some days, I…

  • Two week wrap up

    Two week wrap up

    For the first time in well over a year, my folder for the month is almost empty. This is only the third time this month when I’ve sat down to spill my thoughts into the virtual page. My brain and soul have been almost too heavy, like the feeling you get when you’re too full…

  • Two week wrap up

    Two week wrap up

    For the first time in well over a year, my folder for the month is almost empty. This is only the third time this month when I’ve sat down to spill my thoughts into the virtual page. My brain and soul have been almost too heavy, like the feeling you get when you’re too full…

  • Week before, week ahead

    Well, today’s the 5th and the beginning of a new week. Monday is here, but this time I’m full of anticipation instead of dread or fatigue. I caught myself waking up, checking the clock multiple times from 3am and on, finally getting up 5 minutes before my alarm. Last week was packed, work full but…

  • Nanowrimo the third

    Nanowrimo the third

    Another November, another goal. Except this year, I’m already bending the rules a little, or a lot, depending on whether you’re a purist or not. Once again, the goal is to write 50,000 words. But I have a slightly different plan this year. I reread my blog from last year, revisiting my goals and was…

  • Recovery

    Recovery

    It’s been awhile since I sat down to explore myself and my reactions to the world. It’s not because I had no emotions, or found the world to be an unending paradise, but the opposite. I’ve lived in a House of Strep, which felt like a burden of unbearable proportions. But we bore it, somehow.…

  • Sundays blessings

    Sundays blessings

    I struggled out of bed this morning, Long before the sun was up in the sky. Too many people in my house, Making too much noise in their sleep, And I had a night mare on a wild ride. I felt so much older than time should have allowed, But coffee and a book read…

  • Wednesday warrior

    Wednesday warrior

    I did it. My first step in cleaning out the small and ever enlarging horde of books I sleep beside began today. I finished one, and moved it to another shelf, across the room. It may not seem like that much, but when the rest of the week sometimes has no end in sight, and…

  • Mondays resolutions

    Mondays resolutions

    On a Monday, I make new promises Like January 1st, But every week instead. I make my resolutions; I’ll eat my veggies, run again. I’ll finish my tasks Then relax in the sun again. How I miss being 28 Maybe, if I worked harder On each and every Monday I could turn back the clock…