I’m making it a habit of writing about writing on Tuesdays. It’s been two weeks of writing at least a sentence of fiction every day. My accountability trick has worked since I’ve always written more than a sentence … the first one is the hardest. The last one is hard to pick so I’ll write another and another until I’m satisfied and the plot has moved another 200 words.
The few and hopeful strategies of a girl who does not want to get sick
Sickness often comes at me like a train on tracks I’m shackled to … I tug at the chain but really all I can do is wait until I’m flattered. I don’t really have consistent strategies on early prevention when I get sick. I’m the person who always googles ‘how to stop a cold’ when I’m already cresting the worst of it. Then there are rumors of Emergen-C packets or Airborne or chicken noodle soup … some things are probably true.
Alone, Not Lonely
I think it’s healthy to figure out how to be alone without feeling lonely.
The View from the Middle of the Bed
I threw off all the covers. I kicked and punched out. I woke upside down. I talked. I moved. I ended up with my shirt […]
Stumble & Keep Moving
The funk I’d been in all week broke yesterday. Funk for me = broken routines, lack of focus, unexplainable lethargy. But yesterday my body pulled […]
Mirror, Mirror
“The mirror is my best friend, because when I cry it never laughs.” Charlie Chaplin I got distracted watching myself in the mirror during my […]
Eating Faux Pas
In my evolving journey to be healthier, I’m still making a lot of mistakes. If what you eat is the door to losing weight, portion control has been my key. I haven’t necessarily cut out foods I love but cut down. I play the game of counting calories which I’ve warned people about for the last ten years. I lean towards obsessive, after all, and food and weight is something I don’t want to be obsessive about.
My Sunday Blues
I aspire to be someone who sleeps well on Sunday nights. They’re called the Sunday Blues for the many of us who feel the sense […]
An Adult To-Do List
Ten recent and normal human things that baffle me in young single adulthood AKA times I wish I did still live with my competent and […]
I Hope You Dance
I take a Zumba class on Monday nights at my fitness club. I like it mostly because I’ve memorized the steps in the last five months I’ve been going, leaving my mind to have fun rather than think the way through the dance. When I first took the class I barely thought about the exercise; all my energy was on watching the instructor and trying not to look ridiculous.