Monday, January 11, 2016


Well it was fun while it lasted. Good intentions and such.  They always start out well don't they?

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Day 5: Forgotten

Poor day 4, she got NOTHING!   I was busy, like sometimes I will be.  I did find my me-time yesterday.  Mostly I found that space in the house where noise seem to cease to exist.  It is glorious.  And even thought I forgot/was to busy to write, I had a moment.
A moment is better than nothing.

Monday, January 4, 2016

Day 3: Home

I am most comfortable at home in my pajamas.  Sitting.  Reading.  Just being.  I might get an itch of adventure now and then  When the itch comes  I HAVE to go.  At that moment.  In the second the desire comes.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Day 3: Try

I think trying is the hardest possible thing anyone can do.  The outcome is unknown.
Tomorrow means back to work.  A fresh start after a short break.
I will try to....
*Work smarter not harder
*Let go of the little things
*Depend on those I can trust
*Let go of the feelings of those I can't trust

Putting all this out there into the world.  Writing it down to remind myself of what I want to achieve and be.

Saturday, January 2, 2016

Day 2: Delusions of Grandeur

Day 2 into my self-inflicted writing challenge.  The challenge is to write everyday for a year. A short verse.  Or a poem.  Or an epic blog post.
The plan is to encourage myself to do the something I love, to give myself a minute or two to do something just for me.
Lets hope this works.  

Friday, January 1, 2016

Day 1 Loss

It is enviable that loss happens in your life.  Sometimes it is a peace that comes.  Sometimes it is a long drawn out affair.  Loss is loss.  To everyone it is different.  How they suffer.  How they accept. Or not accept.  How we all just deal with all the feelings that come with loss.  There is just one common denominator of loss; the hurt.
Our recent loss is our pet.  I will be honest at one time when someone told me they lost their pet I would feel bad but the feeling ended at that.  I could not empathize or sympathize.  I thought of that loss as simple and easy.  
Now I know different.
The feeling is hard to overcome.  It is sad and gut-wrenching.  It makes you a new person.  


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