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Finding time to sort through the everyday
A collection of writings, explorations, musings, and more. The place where I wonder, ponder, and begin to figure out my life. Yes, it has taken me nearly 50 years to figure out that I am not beholden to anyone’s ideals or intentions, but it is better now, than never.
LATEST POSTS
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Consider it Sold
It wasn’t the home I grew up in. It wasn’t even a place I’d spent the majority of my life in, but it was still “home”. Why? Because it was her home and she loved it. It feels like losing another piece of her, and it doesn’t seem like there are very many pieces left.
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“What if it is her last…”
The firsts. But not the good kind of “firsts”. The firsts that come after someone dies. First birthdays, Christmas. Anniversaries. Everything feels so empty and hollow. No one really knows what to say or how to feel. Much like having kids, there isn’t really a book on how to deal with all of this (there…
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August One Word: Trust & the Penguitorium
I am a little behind… But that’s okay. Sometimes, life happens. Gone are my days of stressing myself over it. I also decided I was handling this all wrong. I should write only about the words that spark interest or passion in me. It doesn’t have to be daily, and why assign an exact date…
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August 6 One Word: Success
When I saw this word on the list, I thought “Oh great,” <insert eye roll>. Defining success for someone is hard when you’re not sure yourself. Do you cover financial success? Job? Life? Marriage? What kind of success do you look at and how do you talk about it? And then it fell in my…
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August 5 One Word: Joy
Joy. It isn’t something I’ve felt a lot of lately. There are several reasons as to why… And I am trying to find my joy again but I know there are a few things I probably need to deal with first. What has brought me joy? Well, I just ate a couple of really good…
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What’s in a Name?
I saw it today. Printed in black on the sepia paper and it glared at me. I tried to force myself to look at it and my breath caught in my throat. I always loved her name, but seeing it printed there, on that terrible textured paper, my name emblazoned across the top, was like…
