And so, how the hell are ya? As for me, I didn’t intend to go on a blogging break, but I s’pose that’s what happened. Thanks to everytwo who checked in. Towards the end of last year, like everyone, I was close to burnout levels. I wanted to write my year-in-review, but I already knew the comments: Thanks for sharing. I appreciate you. Go, Isla! And I s’pose after ten years, I want a writing space that’s useful to you,…
I used to know the difference between jealousy and envy, but I’ve lost track of which one is less painful. The one that doesn’t eat you up. The one you wouldn’t wish on anyone. In an alternate universe, I got married to Neil wearing a purple dress. Me, not him. It was catered by my Nana, but she also had the best time. My Grandma was there, too. And she remembered everything. In one photo, I was flanked by them,…
I pride myself on the fact that I’m not really a Bridezilla. I’ve been quite laid-back about this whole wedding thing, and actually more into the whole being married thing. Bring that on. A few months ago, I did have a blip about envelopes, of all things. And then I got over myself. Other than matching paper goods, the only stipulation I’ve made is that the bridesmaids’ outfits don’t go all the way to lavender on the purple spectrum. And…
I used to be obsessed with my dreams. I was the one who bought the books and looked up the themes and symbols. I asked questions right before I went to bed hoping I’d find answers in dreams. I wrote single words and even lists in the morning and weeks later had no idea what I was on about. That state of confusion isn’t limited to dreams. I don’t remember my dreams anymore. Perhaps because a major one came true,…
