I decided to go on a personal retreat. Which sounds sort of, I don’t know, new agey or self explorative, which wasn’t my objective when I concocted this idea. My idea was….this. It is Labor Day, which means a day in which I do not have to report into work. And I wanted to figure … More [re]treat myself
Taking my daughter to college. I feel like I should write something. Like people are waiting to hear. How’s it going? Are you ready? How do you feel? Is anyone ever ready to say goodbye to the child they have raised for 18 years? She is ready to go, so that’s a good thing. She … More ask me in September
Sometimes everything makes perfect sense. At least to me inside my brain. I am at one of those points currently and I’m a little afraid. Because at some point I’ll reveal some of my thoughts to someone who will try to ixnay my plan[s]. Confirmation though. Yesterday I had one of those moments. Everything becoming just … More signs of the timing
This has been the worst week. At least the worst week in a long, long time. Truthfully, the worst since I was faced with the multitude of situations that coincide with divorce. I won’t go into the specifics, as I don’t care to be one who airs my dirty laundry. Let’s just say by Wednesday I … More the one where I quote Richard Rohr AND G-Eazy
Last year I attempted and finally succeeded in reading a rather lengthy novel, The Goldfinch. It is 771 pages. I am a fairly fast reader, but due to the enormity of it and the immensity of life situations, I returned The Goldfinch to the library when I reached about the half way point. I did not want … More on the shelf
You don’t have to have it all figured out today. Thank you! Thank you so much for that reminder. I often live as though I should. Should have it all figured out. Should know the answers. But sometimes I don’t even know the questions. Yesterday I heard someone say the above quote, or at least that’s … More figured out
There are days when nothing makes sense. Days like today. It’s Spring. Officially. It’s also snowing and blowing and when I look out the window I can’t see across the street. I can look forward. A few days ahead. My son’s recital. It will be good. Proud moments. Smiles. Applause. Tomorrow. An opportunity to hear … More ridiculous
Where I’m going is not necessarily up to me. Unless. Unless I disregard the good of all others but myself. Then I can decide. I’ve always wondered why everyone doesn’t live in San Diego. It was six degrees in my town this morning. Why would I choose to be here? I am a warm weather … More where?
Upon a Sunny Day 