So, maybe it's the holidays, or the natural reflection the new year brings, but I woke up today feeling full of gratitude. I can't tell you how much time in my life I've spent feeling different. In school, I played the cello. Carrying around an instrument the size of you (and taking it very seriously … Continue reading I actually feel like I belong for once…
So, I know I said I was going to be organic... but maybe this IS me being organic? I've seen the BoocShare Read Around the World Challenge for awhile, but all I could think was: I clearly need to learn more languages. I finally braved a look at the site, and they break it down … Continue reading This is fun!
I'll be honest friends, I'm not great at resolutions. Sure I've tried all of the normal ones: I'm going to eat better, I'm going to be fitter, I'm going to be happier. Problem is: prolonged motivation is a bitch. Excuse my French, but I've just never been good when the lure of the pie/couch/guilt sets … Continue reading New Year… New… Anything?
This was written after seeing Rachel's Picture Prompt. If you haven't checked out her blog, you should. She gazed out the window watching the snow fall. Christmas was tough. Although it had been three years since they'd received the news, the holiday still held a fresh pain that, at times, took her breath away. Not … Continue reading An Imperfect Holiday
What was it that lead you to cuff me? What in me signaled immediate defeat? How did you know I'd always hold my tongue? Always stay in control? Why do I continue to hold it together when I can see your game? Why am I unable to call out your hate? When will I learn … Continue reading Control
So today I'm on site with my customer at a meeting. A decision gets made (not important other than it really made no sense) and there are action steps that require follow up. That's where I come in. I call my boss to explain everything and get stuff in the works asap because the customer … Continue reading Work got weird…
There's just something that needs to be said. I wish I knew what it was; the words that would calm the storm of feelings. I wish that there were words, or that they'd find me soon. Not even words that are my own. Ones that could be read and adopted would be fine by me. … Continue reading Words Unsaid