If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I need to get my shit together. How about you? If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I had space in the office for 5 minutes, and now I’m back to the kitchen. I’m here surrounded by markers and Bunchems (here’s Isla’s interpretation of me), and my business cards. There’s also tape, screen cleaner, and a scary plastic tiger peering at me from the edge of the table. This week, I…
I had plans this weekend. I was going to write at least 3 blog posts (I don’t usually write blog posts ahead of time but I’m realizing I need to start), read for 24in48 readathon and drink lots of coffee and cider. Isla was spending the weekend with the localist grandparents, and I was going to GET SHIT DONE. Because my time management sucks, I’ve read a grand total of 7 books this year, and I need to stop wasting…
And so, a few days ago I was thinking about writing while eating a root beer Dum Dum lollipop. Thinking about writing is pretty much my natural state. Working on, y’know, actually writing more. Stick with me. The Dum Dum was a nostalgic addition courtesy of a recent care package from my mother. It contains too many E numbers, and two handheld gamimg devices. Isla, at four, is apparently behind her peers in the use of gadgets that are not…
Funny story, I downloaded a meditation app. It’s called Calm. And I actually used it. To meditate, find relaxation, hide, whatever. This happened, a grand total of once. So far. But let’s back up. My kid turned four. And I met Katie from Fatty McCupcakes. On the same day. It was a groovy day. A day that included 20 cupcakes, 14 penguins, and a unicorn. Or so we thought. The night before Isla’s birthday, Neil and I were wrapping Isla’s…
A few months ago, I was on a self-care kick. I bought three mindfulness magazines made from recycled paper, and a candle that smells of books. This was it. I was going to read through the magazines with the candle going. I was going to learn how to relax, and maybe even get some sleep. And yet. The magazines sit unread in various corners and different piles. The candle is still sealed. I’m still not sleeping, but that’s OK. I’ve…
