There’s nothing that lifts me up more then scratching my pen across paper. And it’s even better when the words that spill from my fingers contribute to a current story.
Why I deny it baffles me. Why I deny myself the relief it brings me confuses me.
But I forced myself to focus. Forget all the nasty dark that surrounds me for just a couple of hours. And I felt wonderful.
I won’t deny what calls to my soul anymore. I won’t let the storms outside quiet the storm inside me.
I’m bringing my writing back. Watch out.
Toe rings and flipflops…shorts and sundresses.
I love spring and summer in Southern Cali.
A tuxedo tabby. She’s my mom’s kitty.
Yesterday was a great day. Gorgeous sun. Breezy wind making my hair dance. Conversations that made me smile and laugh. And words…I read some, I wrote some, I read some more and I wrote more.
Yep…a great day, indeed. :)
I made this pretty little risotto topped with prosciutto yesterday. Although super dense with gorgeous amounts of cheese…oh so yummy.
I’ll confess, yesterday was not one of my best. The morning quite sucked, but as I do, I think it out. I ponder. I remain strong. I remember to stay positive. Then I begged my sister and her boyfriend to come out with me.
So yeah, whiskey can’t really take away the pain, but it does help numb it for a little bit.
Then the next day you drag the same sister and your mom to the beach with you and the ocean makes everything better.
Then I remember…I got this. I’m here and always will be. I may have my girly moments of emotional weakness, but I get my grip and I become sunshine and rainbows again.
And it’s all good. :)
(Totally obscure post, right?)
Man, as much as I would love to be hopeful and believe that opportunities just present themselves out of thin air…
However (never black and white with me), I believe that opportunities do say hey, come this way if you are working towards your goal. Get off track or just sit on your ass, Opportunity will pass over you.
All day I avoided the dreaded blank page. The little bastard can be so freaken intimidating!!
I procrastinated, delay, purposely distracted myself.
I got 20 words down. :(
I think roses might be the only flower that looks awesome from bud to full wilt. Especially when they stay in this teacup shape.
I hate to throw away flowers. Especially when even at the end of their lives they show their beauty.
One year many moons ago my mom and grandma made a bunch of these snowflakes.
stole borrowed from my mom because I like snowflakes. Plus like 10+ years ago I was given that name by a random stranger in Vegas and it kind of stuck. Well it was fitting at the time…blonde, pale white, kinda ditzy.
Today that nickname still holds true. Except I’m not as pale as I used to be. Nor am I ditzy. (Still have the blonde hair though.)
But I’m unique. We all are. Some choose to hide it. Others choose to celebrate it.
I’m finally one of those…I celebrate and express myself. I finally have the confidence to do so.
Happy moment! Big Internet hug!