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Recreate
Sometimes you have to start fresh, explore what you want from the world. Get away, and see the world through new eyes, as though each thing you encounter is unknown. When things get stale and your groove becomes a rut which becomes a hole, It’s time to start climbing until you can see daylight again.…
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Warmth on a cold day
Thursday. What to write on such a normal day? It’s a thorny problem that sometimes plagues me on the journey to write daily. What to do when the inspiration doesn’t move me? When I can’t think of anything new or exciting? Go back to the beginning. It was a good day. I finished proof reading…
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Frayed edges
Today ran smoothly, except for those moments when it didn’t. Small stressors, large outbursts from tiny tots, full of the will to disobey. Parental moods plummeting with each small tantrum and act of violence toward their sibling. The first full nosebleed related to a head butt, appearing slightly dented but hopefully with only cartilaginous damage.…
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Friday
Friday is the crescendo of the week for the average worker bee, who has the 9-5, Monday to Friday gig. While not every worker has this luxury, it has a thrill for the average person. Dating back to our formative years from k to 12, we grow up looking forward to our ‘days off’, whatever…
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The beast in the cage
The pet of dread is back, Seemingly out of nowhere, But I always know it lurks, waiting for its moment It pounces suddenly, out of a good day, Creeping inside and twisting, Making doubts rise up again Did I do the right thing? Was something overlooked? My concience berates me, continually uncertain. My memories…
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Anticipation
Once again I’m in the storm before the calm, waiting for things to move onwards. I’m stuck in the middle where I anticipate big things. I’m at the end of editing for my first book baby, eager to polish it until it shines and send it out into the world to sink or swim. I’m…
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Fall memories
September is here. Today I saw pumpkin spice lattes for sale again, a sure sign that fall is coming. I walked out of work to step on the familiar crunch of yellowed leaves, curled and wrinkled on the sidewalk, and felt a strange happiness suffuse my soul. I texted my mother, and our conversation turned…
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August 31st
Another milestone, left behind in my rear view mirror. I watched as it passed without fanfare or excitement, Another day in a string of days, the last day of another month. I dressed with the weight of change on my shoulders, pressing down slightly, asking if I knew what I was doing. I brushed it…
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Pinterest isn’t my wheelhouse
I’m tired today. Another Monday, and I found myself sitting in the car for a few minutes on both ends of work- When I got there to psych myself up, and then when I got home, to breathe. I knew on the other side of the door my family waited, but I was so tired…