Knowing I will not take the time tomorrow to sit and reflect any more than I am willing to do so right now, I feel it would be inappropriate to not offer this chaotic year the moment of silence it has coming to it...

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The next time I sit down at these keys with intent to rearrange all ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel like I have just stopped spinning in circles on tip-toe, still disoriented and trying to figure out which way I've ended up facing.  I think I'd sleep easier if I knew exactly what dotted line I was trying to cut on day in and day out.

I have some of the more intricate pieces already in place and ready to unfold in beauty when the ( Read more... )

Isn't it sad when bad songs happen to good lyrics?

I can keep everything in focus if I just blur the edges a little bit... and approach everything like a mathematical equation.  Solve for X.  Swap the answer for the variable to check work.  Etc.  Maybe that's why I can't find my words these past few months.  Perhaps I'm afraid to crack into the ( Read more... )

Too close for comfort as far as the "not letting another full month slip away" thing goes ( Read more... )

I can't even begin to explain how shocked I am that I am alone tonight, even if only for a couple of hours.  Well, alone outside of three beautiful and rambunctious felines with three big hearts ( Read more... )

It finally happened.  After priding myself for so many years on never letting a calendar month slip away without putting something down in writing, I find myself more than two weeks past my self-imposed monthly "deadline".  I wish I could blame it on quiet and calm, but lately I only seem to find that when I hide under the covers.  Even then, the ( Read more... )

After over a month had passed, I wrote it off to being distracted and busy with life and wedding planning.  Now that I have almost carelessly let another full month turn over in the archive with little more than a placeholder entry, I am starting to wonder if perhaps I'm experiencing writer's burnout.  The daunting task of picking up where I left ( Read more... )

At the risk of feeling I may have let myself down in a most minor sense by posting something without any substance whatsoever, I'd be even more disappointed if I allowed a calendar month to pass without any link added to the archive.  It just wouldn't seem right ( Read more... )

I truly do feel drained ( Read more... )

I stare down the brown eyes of a black and white photograph that was me a couple of years ago.  The me who took stupid risks and only sometimes paid for them.  The me who did things like drive alone for hours down seemingly endless roads with no destination just to afford some time to think.  The me who didn't sleep.  The me who wrote on scraps of ( Read more... )