A few days ago, I woke up in a funk that I haven’t felt in months. I felt dread from the moment I opened my eyes. I was surrounded by doom. I started to visualize the dark shadows of depression and anxiety swirling around in my room. I peeked out my window in hopes of… Continue reading Letters to burn
A few weeks ago, I was working the closing shift at my second job. It was “Halloween dress up” night and I was wearing a pirate costume, although most people referred to me as a bar wench. That’s appropriate I guess, as I was serving beer. I felt a tad uncomfortable in my costume because… Continue reading Whatever it takes.
I took the day off today and I feel guilty about that. I shouldn't. But I do. I woke up this morning and just couldn't get out of bed. My body is so tired. Working two jobs is kicking my butt. I love both of my jobs and I'm finally getting to a place where… Continue reading Getting right. At least for today.
The other day I told someone that he’s not happy because he’s constantly reaching, chasing and searching for more. He’s missing out on so much joy because he’s not living in the moment. Then it hit me that I am also guilty. Seems that many of us are just never happy with what we have. We… Continue reading Burned bridges, bucket lists and bare feet.
This morning when my alarm went off, I laid in bed for a while thinking about one of my favorite memories of my dad. I’m not sure if a dream prompted this calm and blissful moment or maybe it was because my jewelry hanger fell from my wall for no reason and I started thinking… Continue reading Jealous of the heavens.
An elderly man just left my office. He was quite talkative, and honestly, I’m kind of surprised I didn’t find a way to politely wrap up the conversation like I sometimes do on a busy work day. But I could see that he just wanted someone to talk to and he was cheerful and pleasant,… Continue reading Perspective.
“I spent so many years walking on egg shells….never doing or saying the right thing. One day I decided I’d had enough and stomped all over them. Those broken egg shells cut me deeply as I walked away…but this…was the most beautiful pain I had ever felt.” – S.L. Heaton For far too long, you’ve… Continue reading Egg shells