Creating my own space has been challenging. Physically and mentally, I have been dredging the trenches. Prep work sucks. I have combed through and cleared out the clutter of negativity and stress. Mentally preparing myself to write words that will be read by others has proved to be daunting. Adding layers to my emotional walls has taxed all […]
I’ll admit, my energy has shifted a bit. While focusing more on the craft of my novel writing, I have neglected my blogging. I promised myself that I will continue to post through the challenges. My goal for this blog is be honest. To showcase how I am dealing with this circus….uh, I mean my writing career, along with everyday life. Over […]
Wearing the same yoga pants as yesterday, I make my way through the school drop off without incident. My logic for donning the day old yoga pants: No one sees the bottom half of me anyways. The car door, my ally, hides my secret. Another secret: I thrive on organization and creativity. But I suck at both, when they attack […]
This blog has served many purposes for me over the past 10 months. My strength and confidence in sharing my writing has improved. Although, I still have stage fright when it comes to sharing my novel. I’m getting there though. Slowly but surely. The other purpose I had with this is to show my journey as a […]
I took a walk today. A friend and I decided that we needed an adventure and a bit of exercise. Stepping away from the bustling coffee shop, we donned our cameras and set out for the unknown. After several good shots and great conversation, we came upon a bench. It sat alone and forgotten, tucked back in the trees. Camouflaged from the […]
Each one is different. Diverse, yet still serving the same purpose. Some stand out. Proud and boastful, showcasing their bright colors. Some are ghostly white. Easy to spot, but also easy to ignore. The faded and tired are mixed in somewhere. They have been around a long time and no one bothers to care that they are […]
Each day is new, but always includes our existing reality from yesterday.
Every minute is a chance to live, but it is also another opportunity to improve our mindset.
As many do, I find myself buried under the weight of life. Of the possibilities that get swept under the rug once my head hits the pillow. Of the thoughts that always invade when I close my eyes.
My mind’s switch is broken. Never obeying my instructions when I scream “Lights out”. Kind of like my children, but we won’t go there.
As a writer, I argue with my own thoughts constantly. There are times when I don’t know which ideas are good and which are bad.
I portray a totally different thought process…… depending on my moods. On bad days, I want to give up and burn every piece of writing that I have. On good days, I want to sing so loud that everyone can hear me. Then there are the mediocre days. These are the days, when I feel lost but still have enough strength to find my way out.
This past Saturday, I experienced a bad and a mediocre day. All within a time span of a few hours.
Having to witness a friend deal with marital issues is hard. Maybe because I am an Alumni to the School of Divorce. Maybe because I love her so much and hate to see her life disrupted and trampled on. Maybe it is a bit of both. Trying to manage other’s decisions is easier when they […]
Two weeks ago, I reached an end.
The end of my Summer Patience.
Yes, I gave it a name, because patience of any type deserves a title. I have been neglecting my blog and writing. Primarily due to the constant attention my children seem to need with their 24/7 presence in my house. With me. ALL day.
With chauffeuring them to and from BFE, shopping and packing for camps, visiting museums, applying suntan lotion to wiggling bodies, checking out countless library books (and paying the fines because we forget to return them on time)…….I was done.
Approximately 80 days……. 1,920 hours of togetherness. I was well past done.
Below is an excerpt of a journal entry that I penned when my Summer Patience began to show cracks in its pretty, shiny suntanned surface.
I am not writing this to get sympathy, or encouragement that summer will end (because it will!). I am sharing this to showcase another part of my life. Another part of me that most don’t see.