Inspired by dreams of my Grandmother
"I wanted attention, too, but I didn’t want to be seen as wanting it." Paul Simon
Writer’s keep journals for different reasons and they’re NOT all very interesting
And…it’s Saturday morning that I’m finally making myself take a moment to sit down and at least do my Friday post. I’ve been feeling a bit like a teenager, hormonally pulled and exhaustedly lazy at the same time. I think I’m ready for a vacation. Luckily for me, that is exactly what’s coming up...
Ok…well…that week got away from me! What stops me from spending time with the words? I’m not sure. I tend to be a bit flaky at everything, honestly. I swing from highly organized and productive to “Lucifer” needs to be watched and there are Cheez-its to eat and Coke to drink! There is little...
Nothing makes you happy.
Hosting parties is the fun part of life to me and it seems no one else wants to do it, and they rarely want to make the time to go to any either. Or, again, maybe it’s me.
To do anything well takes practice and you must make time to practice, not just shove it where you can.
Our physical interaction with each other teaches us, feeds us. We need it.
I’m changing my status to “self-employed.” I believe I’ve earned that description even though I don’t earn an income from what I do every day. Anyone that is home all day and not at a job for someone else is self-employed in my opinion. We have work that needs to be done. It’s just...