I had an insightful conversation (which you may or may not be able to listen to soon) that kept me up for a bulk of the night thinking. Thinking and reassessing my journey and realizing how writing and storytelling came to be so important to me. I mean, after all, the meaning of one of my givenContinue reading “There was a time before.”
Cutting bangs was just the pit stop, an experiment on my way to this destination.
On a long list of tattoo ideas I wrote years ago, ‘breathe’ was one of them. It has been and still is one of the things I always tell myself whenever I’m going through intense feelings.
For one slight second I let comments or ideals that other people have about my life delude the way I see myself.
I’m Me, naturally. It’s taken me quite a few years to accept that.
Being a mom is a full-time job. There are no sick days, rare to no days off or vacation time, and you need to be wise about late nights because the next morning your kids will be up before the crack of dawn. Every day is planned out in accordance to what your kids, partnerContinue reading “Self Help Section”
The conversation ended with him suggesting we go out sometime for dinner or drinks, and me basically saying “I’ll get back to you.” Months went by and there a new message was in my inbox of him asking if he’d just seen me out wherever. Of course he didn’t really think that but I guess he figured it was a surefire way of me responding. Thus the conversation leading him to ask what I had planned that night.
End of conversation…
Although I’d spent most of the aforementioned time feeling sorry for myself, I became accustomed to the time spent alone.