‘Tis the end of the month and that’s a good time to look back and take stock a wee bit. Welcome to Daisy Digest, a compilation of the highs and lows, the things to be grateful for, and more, from the past month. Continue reading →
Did you know that the best laid plans go wherever socks disappear to? Although I read on the Internets lately that socks mostly get lost somewhere in the washer’s inside doohickeys and often end up out the water pipe, hence they should always be in a zipped sock bag. So let’s go with the best laid plans end up wherever all my pens and ponytail holders do, some nether region I couldn’t find on a map if I tried, a magical place propelled by a similarly magical force of pilfering, i.e., stealing said items never to be seen again.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
I’m glad you asked.
I mentioned a few weeks ago we’re heading toward my hibernation time and it’s closer now than it was then. I feel my backward-bear-like self starting to turn inward, reaching for the closest blankie and air conditioning vent to wait out the seemingly endless heat and humidity.
I’m also personally hibernating, as I do, when I’m thinking, contemplating, feeling like I’m growing out of my skin or bursting out of my current “costume” all Hulk-like. On one hand, I’m thankful that I still grow and change. On the other hand, I don’t like the frustration, the impatience it produces, the wondering, the doubt. But can’t have one without the other.
I’m going to electronically sign off, even my Instagram!, until September. I’m curious to see just how much time these screens fill (and steal from me). I’m curious to see what affect it will have on me, on connections, on my writing (especially).
I’ve cut down the screen time a bit already, and lo and behold I spent two evenings writing instead. As I lose more screen time until there’s none (or very little — have to check emails at least a couple times a week*), how much more will writing come to the fore? And what will the writing(s) become? And what will delaying sharing my writing, especially in this quick hit form, do? (I’ve already started to write two blog posts then thought no, I need to WRITE this and opened a Word document or notebook with my handy pen nearby instead.)
May you enjoy the season (literal and figurative) where you are, the great and not so great parts. May you seek to grow and change and always be curious about everything, even if that’s not always comfortable. May your discoveries be plenty and meaningful and lead to wondrous things.
And may the force be with you… always.
Happy peaceful people.
*fun fact: I literally cannot listen to this without getting all teary-eyed. It’s. So. BEAUTIFUL! I almost can’t stand it.
I had forgotten what a letdown the days after meeting a huge challenge/goal can be. After all that preparation and anticipation of singing my solo in choir’s concert, I deflated like a balloon a couple days after the party ends. Seeing how busy the calendar was going to get soon (at work, blech), I decided that respite (and reward!) by the sea was required.
It was just long enough.
It’s never long enough.
These three things, they randomly are.
Written quick, read by those afar.
Drivel, pointless; thoughts, disjointed.
Very low blogging bar…
Welcome to a random day when my brain is all WHAT? And when that happens, it’s all like, “Share this with the people!” (This happened in February and is happening again. You’re welcome.)
I’m all, “I have stories to share. Should I do that?” Or “But my mind is all random-y, too, so should I do that?” Or BOTH?
Smile face on the keyboard in the photo whispers, “Be the happy smiley on the keyboard. Just write!”
And so, without further ado, I present:
FRIDAY FHOUGHTS, FOLUME FOUR
I did this last week. I’m doing it again. Could it be a trend? Stay tuned.
A few random Friday fhoughts:
A few random Friday thoughts:
Goldfish crackers (the snack that smiles back) are tasty. (Pardon my chewing.)
The month is coming to an end and I hope the weather swings do, too. Today: sweater, but no socks. Socks in bag, just in case. Sweater will probably come off by afternoon. It’s like being in a stage production featuring a zillion quick changes. At least winter is cold and summer is hot. I can plan for consistent temps.
I don’t know who’s liking all the Viggo Mortensen so that it’s showing up in my Pinterest feed, but thanks!
The shoes I ordered online are on their way. Note to shoemakers: Simply slapping a strap across a pump does not make it a Mary Jane.
I have this phrase I use (mostly at work) — if something’s really someone else’s responsibility, just volley that ball back. Note: At this point, my backhand could give Martina Navratilova in her prime a run for her money.
My introvert card may be revoked, or at least have an asterisk added next to the part that says (used to say?) “Extremely Introverted.” Last night, I said, “Taking a class — yeah, I think in person is better than online. Part of the fun is meeting new people.” WHO AM I?
This week, after returning from an awesome class that had me high on life, someone started talking about a President Orange speech. “Don’t,” I said. “You’ll ruin my buzz.”
My new tambourines have arrived. I shall keep the jingly beat at choir. I can’t wait.
I shall leave you with a pretty song, sans tambourine solo, that our choir is singing. Our conductor, though, doesn’t look like He-Man.
Happy, peaceful weekend, people.
Inspired by a recent conversation with a bloggy friend, who confessed jealousy towards the situation in the Tom Hanks classic movie Castaway.
So I tell a wee story. I says…
Therapist: “Write about the Tom Hanks movie where he’s alone and why we need people in our lives.”
Me: “Are you insane? That’s a DREAM COME TRUE!”
(Editor’s note: Not all the time… just a lot of the time… well, most of the time… unless they’re My People… ergo not annoying… OK. Just make it all the time.)
I’ve so done this before. The thing about life, though — similar things keep happening and you have to handle them. So I breathe and reboot, take 1,000. *clapboard claps*
I’ve held my tongue. I’ve kept my mouth shut. Until the past few weeks.
Bits and pieces came out, then a deluge of truth I could no longer keep to myself. It’s a good thing I like solitude, because once you tell people what’s really going on, they often don’t want to spend time with you after that.