It was one of those weekends where everything I wrote sounded like drivel.
So I’m doing the wise thing and going pictorial.
Traded in my fat bike for one that fits me like a glove.
This was our first time out and I’m feelin’ the bike love.
I jot notes everywhere – on scraps of paper, on the notepad on my iPhone and iPad, and in numerous other applications and software. Words are strewn everywhere and nowhere. Thoughts unfold quickly, then recoil into a ball like a pillbug that’s been touched. Is it fear that interrupts my train of thought? Fear that…
I came home from work yesterday and crumbled into a boneless heap. So I’ll have to share the story I was going to create about Wild Women (yesterday’s post) tomorrow. (I’m being optimistic that today will be a better day)
I worked from home today. Hard to concentrate at times because I keep noticing loose hair on Java that obsessively have to pull out. But working at home is nice because there is no drive time so once I’m done working, I can get some stuff done. I went to a greenhouse a couple miles…
I read something the other day that said one of the most important things to do with a creative endeavor is to be authentic. Quit trying to please people by striving to figure out what they like or want or need. Stop trying to be popular! Quit reading self help books on how to be…
Release Deep breath in Exhale Open the door Home Greeted by A box of chirps Beaks upturned And two adoring Tail waggers Fur under hand I see a better me In their eyes Whimpering Energetic love Shoulders drop A notch Dogs perform Backyard dash and dump While I pirouette Into a costume change Jeans? Sneakers?…
Sometimes, looking back at how I’ve changed in the past few years, I feel like I’ve finally grown up and become an adult. Not that this means that I don’t still make mistakes (I am the Queen of Mistakeville). It doesn’t mean that I’m not silly or childlike at times.
