Feeling grateful when the world seems to be falling apart.
Category: random thoughts
#MeToo… And
For as many women posted something with the hashtag #metoo, and for those who didn’t, there are as many emotions and opinions about the effort and what it means. I realize that many men can also share a #metoo story, but I’m not a man and this is about my reactions as a woman. So,… Continue reading #MeToo… And
08.13.2017 SUNDAY
An unedited transcript of today's journal entry.
Nail-biter
I opened a document and then started inspecting my nails. I’ve never had great fingernails. I bit them as a kid… and as an adult. I no longer chew them down to the nubs. But I catch myself biting them when I’m nervous, when I’m bored, when I’m both. Or even if I don’t take… Continue reading Nail-biter
Saturday night’s all right
After a lot of sleep and an unscheduled day, I'm feeling more like myself. It occurred to me on my easy run today that my engrained tendency to just grit my teeth and bear it (regardless of what "it" is) extends to my reluctance to shape my days in a way that will be best… Continue reading Saturday night’s all right
Sick
I stayed home sick today. I hate feeling bad enough to not go about my normal day but then also bad about myself for being lazy all day. But tommorow's a new day.
Sunday Funday
Blank screen. Blank mind. After an afternoon in the sun with champagne, followed by a late-afternoon nap, it was all I could do to boil water for the quinoa that will go into my lunch for this week. Thankfully, J cooked dinner and is doing all the hard work of deciding what we’re watching on… Continue reading Sunday Funday
Friday night observations
I’m meeting girlfriends for dinner in 20 minutes, but I’m sitting at the restaurant bar early, glass of white wine by my side and laptop open in front of me. Although I’m staring at the same computer screen I have all day, the change of scenery makes transitioning to writing for fun much more pleasant.… Continue reading Friday night observations
Ten minutes
It’s late. I’m tired. But I have this daily task to complete. It’s one of those nights when it feels like a “have to” rather than a “want to.” But as soon as the words start flowing I don’t regret stalling the bedtime routine ten little minutes. It’s late. I’m tired. This has been a… Continue reading Ten minutes
Not sharing
I wrote on the plane coming home. In my journal. So I'm not sharing. I think I need to keep doing that now and then. I still need the private sections of my brain. Plus, five hours of sleep + all-day travel = fried brain.
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