Hectic. I need a better word for hectic. But the word summons up my life these last two months. It was been one thing after another after time consuming other until I turn around and see that November is already here.
Hectic. I need a better word for hectic. But the word summons up my life these last two months. It was been one thing after another after time consuming other until I turn around and see that November is already here.
Ok is a foreign state of being. There is only doing what I need to do to get through the next minute, hour, day. I get by like this and the days have turned into weeks and months. Moments of happiness are mixed with every other emotion. Each breath, each dawn a victory or a stalemate.
New blogs and adventures are beginning after all, what is the fun in making the rational. Poe didn't reach greatness until he had experienced long periods of horrible sanity.
Florida was my home for 18 years. In a way, it will always be my home. So much of who I am today was formed in the Sunshine State, albeit from the shadows as I am not really found of heat or sun. Yes, I did willingly move to Florida but until you live here you don't understand how oppressive the sun is. It never really stops trying to scorch the invaders so it can go back to being a happy mosquito infested swamp. We all have our glory days, and Florida misses when its very nature repelled development.
Wow, what a month!! It is hard to believe that in five days it will be over. And then it will be back to my day job and the stresses and pressures of being an American educator.
And no victims. Photo by Irina Iriser on Pexels.com In fiction, there is a villain to oppose the hero. In the wake of a villian's terror, victims call and plead for help. In real life, no so much. And that's just the way it is. No matter how much you want there to be. It …
This is the second weekend that I have left the Big House on the hill for the wonders of the city and a room in a friend’s home. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com For the second weekend in a row, the stress and anxiety of the past weeks along remnants of the pandemic have drift …
Photo by Markus Spiske temporausch.com on Pexels.com A little over year ago, I went back on medication for anxiety and depression. It wasn't a hard decision. I was crying in my office, seeing a therapist and trying not to break down pretty much daily. There was a lie I had committed myself to that I …
Recently, I read "Becoming..." by Michelle Obama and it has helped me to not only see the former First Lady in a new light, but look at my own story with less judgement and more honesty. How did I become a woman who not only embraces her curves but also her gray and silver hair? …
Issues, I have them. But, they aren't as bad as I thought. I made a mountain out of a foot hill. I felt so lost because I didn't know where I wanted to be. My heart, my love was in New York and I wanted to be with him. I also wanted to be in …