I hate these days. I know life is good. I know my life is good. I know great things are all around me. I know I want to be nowhere other than where I am. Yet, I have these days and I hate them.
Posts About Life
Escape Fantasies
I find myself staring out the window and wishing I was somewhere else. Somewhere big.
Go Give Some Blood
It’s a hard thing, finding ways to make a difference, not getting overwhelmed by all that needs to be done. But giving blood is an easy way.
Little Moments
You take the good things when they come and try never to miss them, and then you get through the less desirable times. And you remember that there are always good parts, even if they’re little and can’t make the WHOLE day better
In Search of Magic
I love the idea that behind something ordinary there might be something extraordinary. Books like that, ideas like this, they make me look at everything differently, a little more closely.
Not My Finest Moment …
I’m not a huge fan of blonde jokes. Although I’m blonde, I don’t find them particularly offensive, I just generally think most of them are dumb. But, for stories like the one I’m going to tell you, well, it’s nice to be able to blame on something out of my control (like being blonde). So, here’s the story:
Breathing
Growing up feels like hard work sometimes. Some days breathing feels like a lot of work.
A Cheerios Kind of Day
We all want to prepare the seven-course meal. We all want to show how capable and productive and creative we are; but, sometimes, cheerios just has to be good enough.