Ok, The title pretty much says it all here, but sometimes you just need to get all the pics together to tell the story. The less I try, the more together I seem to feel,
I thought of this post last night as I was lying in bed trying to sleep. Usually, I fall asleep in under 2 minutes, but my husband was serenading me with his chainsaw snoring opera,
It’s honestly quite amusing to read how many times I’ve said, “when I get back into my groove” or “trying to get my groove back” on here over the past few years. Ok, more in
I’ve rewritten this first sentence at least four times, and am not going to allow myself to do a fifth. This is how it goes lately. No clue what to write or say. Writing about
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
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.
I’m trying to figure out this weird season I’m in. Staying up late at night to write stuff like this helps. It truly does. La vie est belle. So are poems. Hopefully, someone out there
A perk of journaling: It tends to produce juicy thoughts that tend to make all of the craziness make sense. A perk of always having a journal in hand: You can document those juicy thoughts. Or
Oh, brain where art thou. Sorry for just going missing there for a few days. When I started my blog I told myself I’d never post just to post for the sake of posting. Well,
I swear the unplanned, hey let’s just go to the beach outings always end up having the best surprises. Take this afternoon, for example. It was kind of overcast, about 50 degrees out. I just
It’s been about a year since we took a leap of faith and moved to Northwest Florida. We’d never been here before, and I still kind of smirk on the inside looking back at the
Beach gif time. Aka little unedited behind the scenes snippets of sandy life. Left to right top to bottom. Enjoying jeans at the beach weather before it gets hotter than balls in Florida. (Jeans here.
The last month has solidified something I’m a firm believer in: Fall is, hands down, my favorite time at the beach. It’s less crowded, the weather is gorgeous, you can wear clothes without sweating through
Last night’s late night rambling. I guess it’s basically a reminder to stop overthinking things. Hopefully it makes someone else smile, and be in the moment a bit more. Side note: I have no clue
If it seems like I’ve been all over the place, or have gone missing, I promise there’s a viable excuse. We just moved…again. Let me clarify a bit. We just moved to somewhere we’ve never