Apparently, this month’s full moon is a rare kind of blue moon, and man oh man it kept me up late, and my brain was whirling. Which…felt freaking fantastic. I hope these nuggets make someone
My mind was a-buzzing these past few nights. But, in a good way. It’s a feeling I miss, honestly. Well, this all meant staying up a little late (My Kili pup gets me up numerous
Here are a few digital thought doodles. A bunch of these pop in my mind when I’m working out, playing with Levi, listening to music…or doing anything but scrolling or staring at a screen. So
A few little nuggets for you. The über poetic metaphors weren’t flowing quite as much, but hey, it still feels good to get this stuff out…and sometimes you just need to write. Even if
I’m kiiiiind of taking a few weeks off, and where we’re staying doesn’t have the most reliable internet…which in retrospect, has been a huge blessing in disguise. In fact, I love it. But I just
It’s the last full moon of this crazy year, ok and decade, month, week. I’ve also had crippling writer’s block when it comes to poems/ramblings. But something about tonight just made me tell my inner
Just a few digital doodles that hopefully bring some mental hugs, a-ha’s, or maybe make you want to scribble down a thought you had or quote you saw too. I sound like a broken record
In a writing rut? Just write. Even if it doesn’t make sense, I swear it’ll somehow end up making sense. Even if it doesn’t. If that makes sense. It doesn’t have to be perfectly profound.
Just some digital doodles for you. Ok, I don’t know why I said “just” before that because there is something necessary about mindless scribbles nowadays: No expectations, just thoughts, or reworking old thoughts, and the
Well, I started off this quarantine with a bang: Motivated, pretty darn productive, super healthy, positive, and convinced I could teach Levi how to speak Spanish. Fast-forward to day 285, or whatever it is…and let’s
I’ve been meaning to sit down and write a deep, heartfelt poem about these past few months…and this is all I’ve got. But, it made me chuckle (my husband too, which says a lot), want
It’s hard to admit it, but I kind of hit a wall. Motivation and creative ideas – they’re there but not really. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one. or at least hope I’m
It’s 12:06 am on a Friday night. I haven’t been able to sleep at all lately, and figured maybe if I just write a few things down it will clear out my mind to just
Ok, time for a little journal/writing exercise. This kind of stuff helps me get back into my groove, and sometimes the act of writing helps makes sense of things and ends up being quasi therapeutic.
Somehow last year ended, a decade said sayonara, this year started, and I didn’t wake up in 2020 as a new person with a new perspective on life, filled with lists of things I want