I moved to the country about three years ago. I was working through post-natal anxiety and maybe mistakenly thought that the fresh air would rattle my brain back to whatever normal is. (Normal is relative and over-rated) We first moved in with my family. My father wanted to be like The Waltons. But The Waltons is TV. Old TV. (And I love my Dad, but I’ve learned that I also love reliable internet connections and family time that doesn’t involve…
And so, I’ve been thinking about giving you guys a peek into my writing process, but I don’t have one. Here’s yet another piece I wrote, a few weeks ago now, about not writing. I’m re-posting it here, because I wrote it, and it’s the truth. July 26th, 2018. The day before yesterday, I stayed up til 1 a.m. to write and hit publish on a piece for the #30Posts30Days challenge. (On Medium. The challenge was started by Frank McKinley.)…
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…
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…
