Say it Again
Sometimes I feel sad or desperate or afraid. When it happens, it’s familiar. I know I have felt sad before. And I know I don’t feel sad always, yet I imagine feeling it forever. Apparently, I live here now. That’s what I think.
From what I understand, our natural brain connections are the worst.
I'd like to take the world to Hello Dolly
Every Tuesday night, after I have faced an entire Monday and the First Day That is Not Monday and therefore basically a holiday, I collapse exhausted in front of our television for the one and only night each week that I get control of the remote. I go to my DVR list and push play on the previous night's episode of Dancing With the Stars. And I am surprised and delighted and deeply moved every single time.
Big Magic Everywhere
There are some seasons in this beautiful life when I sail smoothly. My mind is quiet, my heart basically happy, the days busy as ever but manageable. These seasons are nestled between a very specific pattern in which I begin to question. And then doubt. And then crash
How to Not Completely Lose It When Someone Else So Did
Darlings, evil has happened again. AGAIN. And, as usual, it's the same, same, same except with some added level of what to fear from now on.