Sunday, March 29, 2015

100th time

If I had a $1 for the many lives and faces this blog has had, I could quit my job.
I want to quit my job anyways, but I'm just saying.
I wrote in my journal about a week ago "I'm done with my blog.  I suck at it, it sucks, I can't do it."
This came from a place of frustration, comparison, lack of time, lack of faith, and patience.
I get easily influenced by the words of blogging experts, and I get easily influenced by the beautiful images of people who are either professional photographers, or who have been blogging for years, and are just near perfect at it.  I do not have the time most days to structure a blog post.  That is part truth and part excuse.  What I can do is actually try, like really really try, and do it my way.  Do me.  If my humor doesn't translate, so be it.  If my pictures aren't magazine quality, so what.  Since I've first heard of blogging and started blogging, I have always had the feeling that I just want to share with folks.  Although I know by now that I am not the only one out there that looks like me, feels like me, thinks like me, etc. I still feel there is a gap or maybe a need for me to share my corner of the world, of my mind, and my experiences. 

Here is to starting over again.  For the 100th time.  For the same reason I started. 

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Quote this #3

I know it's not Wednesday, but that's life.  Things get done when there is time.

Maybe this is not a quote, more of a statement, but that's how I've been feeling lately.
14-hour days almost every day at work.
Couple hours for the kids, which are not always good and intentional hours.
Falling into bed exhausted.
Waking up even more tired than the night before.
I don't like it at all.

This is what I'd like to go by.
It's never too late.
Never too late.

Monday, March 2, 2015

Gray shirt

I'm wearing a gray, long sleeve shirt.
It's warm and I'm cold.
It's the same shirt I wore for three weeks in December, fighting the most terrible flu.
I like it's tightness around my neck.
It's like a hug.
I like that it covers all of me: from my neck to my waist. 
I have been needing to feel safe and secure.
I've been needing to feel contained, as my mind runs all over the place.
This is what I imagine children sometimes need, a safe cocoon to get into.

"The days we feel whole and beautiful are gifts" Hannah Marcotti
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