I'm sure you've noticed that I've been a bit derelict in posting original content on here. Sorry about that...I haven't had much time alone with my thoughts of late. But it just occurred to me (because I'm super quick on the uptake like that) that I do have stuff to share, stuff that you might… Continue reading Content forthcoming. Standby.
Tag: dreams
With eyes closed tight, I swing with all my might
The last time these guys made an appearance in my blog, they kind of got the short shrift. They closed out a busy two weeks of traversing the east coast and, in much the same way I collapsed, exhausted, on the couch when I finally got home, I lost all momentum in writing my recap.… Continue reading With eyes closed tight, I swing with all my might
“The first day of the rest of your life”
Well, I don't know about you, but I could have done without the excitement of the last month. It wasn't the cheerful, Christmas-season kind of excitement either. I spent most of December in the throes of an existential crisis, trapped in a fugue of worry and second guessing and sleepless nights and being thrown so… Continue reading “The first day of the rest of your life”
Finding your guts
A friend of mine just did something incredible and exciting and gutsy and more inspiring than anything I've seen in a long time - she opened her first art show. This may not sound especially remarkable, but in this particular instance it is. Like me, she was a long-time county employee. But for her that… Continue reading Finding your guts
Aspirations, interrupted
WordPress has this handy little feature, the Stats page, where you can monitor pretty much any imaginable statistic about your blog. How many times it's been viewed, how many visitors you've had...and how many days it's been since your last post. And right now, that particular stat is glaring accusatorially up at me. Nineteen. Nineteen days since… Continue reading Aspirations, interrupted
Starting at square one
I'm not the sort to remember quotes from the books I read, but every so often, one will strike a chord and it'll stick with me for years. One such passage comes from my literary idol, Stephen King*, in his autobiography-slash-how-to manual On Writing. I can't remember it word-for-word (and am gonna have to look it up now), but he basically says that… Continue reading Starting at square one
If not now, when?
Call it a mid-life crisis (I guess I'm old enough now to have one of those), but I've been thinking a lot lately about legacies. Mine specifically, and whether or not I even have one. Being a mother is definitely not in the cards for me, so physical progeny is out. I enjoy what I… Continue reading If not now, when?