If you could experience one movie over again for the first time, which one would it be and why?
“Some Books Are So Familiar That Reading Them Is Like Being Home Again”
As part of my personal 2018 1/12 Challenge, I am aiming to read 24 books this year, which I know doesn’t sound like much, but its a lot compared to the 0 books I’ve been reading since I had Wee One. I’m doing the reading challenge on Goodreads (Are you, too? Check out my list and let me know what books are good!) and thank God they permit rereading books, because otherwise, I don’t know if I would have finished. The whole Harry Potter series has brought me a long way to my goal.
Just this weekend, there was another book I read, one I haven’t thought of in 25 years.
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Anxious Mother’s Stream of Consciousness During Toddler Swim Lessons
This past summer, I signed Wee One up for swimming lessons. Just six weeks at the community center, I wanted her to learn some respect for the water when she’s around it.
It was the first time she’d taken a formal-ish “class,” and I had some concerns. And other thoughts. Here’s a sampling of my second week’s thoughts:
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But What About The Men?
Warning, or promise, depending on your perspective: Profanity laden rant ahead. Also, possible trigger warning for rape.
Again, Alphabet Alliteration
“In July of ’13, I told a story using alliterative sentences down each letter of the alphabet. It was a project I gave myself during an utterly long and lonely drive to Tennessee, which dovetailed nicely into a Daily Prompt.
A Sort Of Visitor
Last night, I my father-in-law visited me. He passed away a little over a year ago.
A Need To Daydream
Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom. Soren Kierkegaard
I have been struggling for the past few days, again teetering on the edge of an existential crisis, similar to the one I had in the hospital this summer. I have been dizzy with the freedom of this life, and with the finite nature of it.
Swing, too!
Yesterday, Wee One showed me a new trick she learned: she can sit on the big kid swing on her bottom. I have to lift her up, but she can hold on and balance and even pump her legs a bit. I’m like, you go girl. I like pushing you, but I’m glad you can do it on your own.
A Time Of Possibility
I heard some music today that really took me back. The soundtrack to Cruel Intentions.
My ex-fiancé, (from ever so long ago) had shown me the movie, and so it was around the time that I left him that I was listening to the soundtrack a lot. It was a hard break-up, so I was feeling a new freedom.
Existential Crisis
I’m sad to report that I’m currently recovering from a surprise hospital visit. I am light one gall bladder and hopefully will be able to eat dairy again. I’m happy to say goodbye to the 12 or so pounds I lost over the last two months, but overall, this was a really negative experience and I shan’t be trying it again.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 