This post has no neat and tidy ending. It does have a soundtrack, though. Go here to listen to the musical version of these words. It’s 11:38pm on “G” day for the A to Z April Blogging Challenge. I was determined to catch up and post today but got busy.
I am on a “bumpy ride.” Almost home. The flight to Denver was a turbulent one. I almost did not get on this plane to Colorado Springs. I almost got off after the pilot announced it would be a bumpy ride. I think of all the friends in Denver who
I do not watch television. I do not own a tv. If I watch tv, it shall never be in the daytime. If it is in the daytime, it is only because I’m sick. These are my rules. The medium stresses me out. I hold my breath when in suspense.
What do you do when you fall short of a goal? How do you Define it? Is it a Divergence? Or a Derailing? Are you more motivated with humongous, “unrealistic” goals? Or small steps? I am slowly figuring out how I work best. I keep thinking that making big goals
T-Mobile thinks I’m in Mexico. Last night, as I arrived at the unexpected gift of two nights in a condo on the beach, my phone pinged. I wondered who might be texting so late and looked to find T-Mobile’s cheerful message: “Welcome to Mexico! Texts are $.50 and calls are
I woke late this morning after ten hours of sleep. I’ve been in San Diego for a week visiting a friend, and last night, I moved to another friend’s house. Getting away from regular life has worked well for focusing on finishing my book, moving it into the next stage…this
I have learned to avoid announcing my intentions. The following through, the doing, the making good…they seem to hear my words and spiral away, in and out of me, up, down, or into some other dimension. Maybe my dad was right. I must have a rebellious nature. And sometimes, I