“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.
Our friends at Cee’s blog have invited us to share our world again, for the last time in 2016. Because 2017 might completely change my world. We don’t know. It might be like that Y2K thing, remember that? All the computers were going to reset and combust or something?
When Cohiba and I moved to Ohio this fall, I said, when we get there, I’m going to give writing a more serious go. I have always really wanted to do it and now we have someone to be with Wee One. I meant to do more on this blog, which I am, but also in fiction.
For the first time today, I submitted my first piece to several competitions/publications.
Since I had Wee One, Santa has been a problem. By which I mean, should I tell her he exists? Am I lying to her? Am I fooling her? My large concern is if I am hurting her, of course, and I’ve struggled to find a way to share this with her without hurting her.
I’ve asked folks what they have done and how they see it, and surprisingly, have gotten some ugly comments, defensive and sometimes insulting. People are really defensive about Santa.
Jess, who is over there Daring To Jess, nominated me to take part in a three day quote challenge! I hadn’t heard or thought about doing this before, but (little known secret) I used to have a whole recipe box of quotes I liked.
Sadly, I can’t remember many of them now, so I’m just pulling quotes out that are meaningful to me right now.
This week, WP offered up a weekly prompt on “finding your place.” Of course, this refers to the idea of a geographic home, but also to a place that “shaped who you are…is a key setting in my life story…something that challenged” me.
Last Tuesday, I wrote about bad christmas songs, and today, I want to share good ones. These are songs I (mostly) listen to every year and love.
I was reading an article about marital unhappiness from a behavioral economics perspective, that many people are unhappy in marriage because they are looking out. A “grass is greener” kind of thing. (Behavioral economics is about how people make choices, and is fascinating.)
After I shared article, a wise friend commented, “Compare and despair. You’ll never be “happy” with anything If you keep living life using the picture in your mind of how things should look.”
How simple and obvious, and how bad I am at it.
I’ve been thinking lately about if and when I want to go back to work, and what I would even want to do, and I’m struggling. I don’t know if I want to be in direct practice anymore, and I don’t think I have the patience to work with addicts or mentally ill people anymore.
Most of the time in my old role, I felt like an imposter.