Thought Salad

Tag: stress

  • Go to bed

    Go to bed

    Did you ever feel as though A three year old is smarter? More agile in their reasoning, More devious in their devices Trouble lurks around every twinkle, careless regard for every rule. The only master their love of cookies Their only desire to win on their terms The nightly battle for supremacy Takes its toll…

  • Baby boy

    Baby boy

    The middle of the second week of the year, and I’m on overdrive again. Work, writing, kids, cleaning, laundry arghhhhhhg! Today was one of those days where I got so tired, my eyes showed me visions of sleep undulate before my eyes. A day where there just wasn’t enough coffee. Somehow, my list of stuff…

  • Unexpectedly stormy

    Unexpectedly stormy

    It’s the little things. The quiet things. The things one can pass by, and never see. Until the time the quiet things become loud, Roaring for attention. They were so simple, so peaceful until neglected. Suddenly what was so quiet and calm has turned into a funnel of destruction, and one can only hold on.…

  • Almost three

    Almost three

    Wee winsome little one, Why are you so much work? Your charm masks your strong will, Your need to be the boss, Until someone else comes along, then you must have all the things, all the time. You share only on your terms, And say I love you when you’re in trouble You know just…

  • Time warp

    Time warp

    It was a weird day today. I remembered to write 2018 in everything, which is way ahead of schedule for me, but I kept thinking it was Thursday. As much as I love holidays, being off my schedule always makes me feel like it’s a day later than it really is. Everyone else feels like…

  • New Years intentions

    New Years intentions

    It’s the second day of the year, and I already have serious reservations about the list of “intentions” I’ve come up with for 2018. So far, it looks like I need to find about six more hours per day to accomplish my list. With that extra time, I should be able to work a solid…

  • Aftermath

    Aftermath

    December 26th. The day after the ribbons and bows have been swept away and the leftovers nearly stacked in containers in the fridge. Like any big event, the aftermath is sometimes uncomfortable. I have a proclivity for introspection, and find myself wondering why the feeling of a balloon bursting so often follows the build up…

  • Journey Home

    Journey Home

    The road is long Torn between the warmth ahead And the comfort behind It stretches out interminably And yet What lies ahead is worth the journey Home to my youth Home to family The struggle is half the enjoyment The destination sweeter For the effort required to get there.

  • The magic of the season

    The magic of the season

    When I sat down to rest for the first time tonight, I was struck by how miraculous life is. It’s been a long week of sickness, worrying about a few people who aren’t doing as well as I’d like, wishing I had the same kind of powers the people in my books do. I could…

  • Art and Science

    Art and Science

    Another day where I look through my inbox and discover bad news for someone. It happens almost every day, in one way or another. Part of doing what I do is to listen, ask questions, and find clues. I think it’s fitting that Sherlock Holmes was created by a doctor, because I often feel like…