There’s about 5 people I know who may pick up on this Doctor Who reference! Let’s be honest, how fucking boring is it to call this post a reflection of 2016! Thpppt!! 4 Things and a Lizard is way better. THING 1: I brought in 2016 while in Hunters Valley for Lost Paradise. I was alone in the middle of the valley and mountains with no … Continue reading 4 Things and A Lizard
The hardest thing about this December 17th is that I cried daily leading up to it. I’m not talking about a few tears. I’m talking about cry until you get a god damn headache cry. Fuck the full moon. Fuck life. Fuck people. Fuck everyone. Fuck everything. As much as i try to be a positive person, I could not shake the giant dark cloud. … Continue reading Until Then, In the Darkness…
There are things in life that trigger your memory or memories, to a certain time, a certain place, a certain feeling, etc. For me, there are certain songs that will remind me of certain people or moments. Movie quotes that will take me instantly back to a time and a place. Hearing words pronounced wrong like champagne to “cham-pag-na” or adding an extra higher to “Electric … Continue reading Like a Memory
I bow to the divine in you I bow to the spirit in you. To the mind that battles itself. To the heart that fears to be broken. To the soul that is beautifully tethered together with scars and shattered pieces of the past. I bow to energy of you. To the calmness you send. To the easiness you give. I bow to the knowledge … Continue reading I Bow to the Divine in You
Before I delve right into the projectile vomit of my thoughts, I want to say this post was inspired by the question, “what was your longest relationship” and the title was inspired by “Cool Girl” by Tove Lo. In the song, she sings, “Fuck if I know how to put it romantic, Speaking my truth, there’s no need to panic” and I thought that was … Continue reading Speaking My Truth, Don’t Panic
I love the word epiphany. I like the way it rolls off my tongue and the way it sounds. Usually having an epiphany is a good one, but what if the epiphany isn’t so good? Over the last two days, I have felt my head go from one emotion or thought to another. Nothing subtle,. It was just as if I stepped on a land … Continue reading I’m Not Okay (And That’s Okay)
Someone asked if these were really songs that hit me over the month and the answer is yes. Each month new songs, new moments. They’re in the exact order from top to bottom from beginning to end of the month. Some months when I review the songs, I see patterns. Some months, I don’t see any. At the end of every week, I try to sit down and listen to the list and sometimes, as soon as I hear the song and it hits me, I make a note why it’s there. Sometimes I forget why they get dragged into the list. These songs though are part of me, part of my soul. They capture feelings I want to share or feelings I want to hide. They capture moments or thoughts. Songs that hit me the hardest linger in my head. Songs that make me smile, I go to every time I need that smile. Songs that make me teary-eyed, I ask myself why. Continue reading “Songs of My Life: July 2016”
First, let me be completely honest and upfront, I think only a handful of people actually read anything I write here or in real life (the novels I’ve written). It’s that defeatist self of my brain. My delusional ego writer self says everyone who follows along social media reads everything and screams “it’s midnight and I’m not famous yet!” Reality is, I know I can count on at least two people to read anything I’ve ever written (and no, not my parents). Continue reading “Gratitude for Truths”
In my previous post No Pen Required, An Honest Conversation (Mostly with Myself), I spoke of my desire to be vulnerable, open, and honest with my thoughts, feelings, emotions, actions, etc, etc, etc.
So here I am, being vulnerable. Continue reading “These Are My Truths, What Are Yours?”
I found the beginnings of this post from November 2014 and recently saw something on Pinterest (it really is the devil ya’ll) that read “most of my favorite memories come from some old dirt road” and I knew when I read the below, it was time to finish the post. Continue reading “Unpaved Roads: An Ode to Ruth”