Run
It’s getting me again. It’s a little later this year than usual. I thought I might have made it through this winter without that familiar pull. Maybe this year I can be content. Maybe this year I can stay present. Guess not. It’s a weird, uncomfortable, fluttery feeling. When it comes to catch me, I…
Rain
It’s raining on my birthday. This is the second time it has rained here in recent memory. We’ve had a very hot, very dry summer. The last 3 months have been…a lot, and the last 3 years have been even more. I think this rain is for me. It’s funny because in media, rain is…
Keep It Simple
It was cute when I said I was going to start blogging again. I seem to do that with relative frequency. Decide on a whim that I am now a (blogger, minimalist, baker, etc…), announce it, and then lose steam and go back to being me without my new found identity. But, I’m here now.…
Black and White
I skipped my workout this morning. I convinced myself to skip it by telling myself that I would do it during nap time. I won’t, but that’s okay. I will do one tomorrow. I’m trying to figure out when to listen to myself because I know what I need and when to ignore myself because…
Starting Again
I’m going to start writing again. I somehow formed this idea that if I don’t have a solid topic and a good opening line, I don’t have anything to write about. I have always gone through waves of “being a writer,” on for a few months and off again for the next few when I’ve…
January Treats
One of my New Year’s Resolutions is to bake my way through this cookbook I got. It’s called 100 Cookies, and it is cookies, brownies, and other treats. There is no way I will be able to actually finish the cookbook this year because I’d have to make something like every other day, and I…
Big Feelings
I am raising a Sensitive Child. Like…so sensitive. This child used to cry at literally every single book I read her because she was worried about one character or another. One time we read Pete the Cat and the Missing Cupcakes, and she cried because she was so sad that the cupcakes were missing. She…
The Year of Me
I’ve decided that 2022 is The Year of Me. I have not been the girl I hope to be in recent years. I became someone I didn’t intend to after letting myself sink deeper and deeper into the idea that I was trapped. Trapped by a pandemic, trapped by mothering, trapped by marriage. Trapped, trapped,…
New Year’s Eve
“You feel trapped because you are trapped.” 2021 was a year, y’all. A whole terrible, wonderful, slow, quiet, screaming, angry, stifling, joyful, small, marvelous year. Another year of covid. Another year of being a stay-at-home mom. Another year of no social outings, no dates, no movies, no unnecessary appointments, no seeing anyone without doing the…
Something New
I’ve decided to teach myself how to longboard. I have wanted to learn to longboard for many years now, but I am A) so clumsy (lest we forget, I broke my ankle tripping over the tiny curb in the garage last year), B) prone to embarrassment, and C) not a fan of learning new things…
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