"When you're lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you've just wandered off the path, that you'll find your way back to the trail-head any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you sti . . . (More)
I've had a lot of time to think, lately. I've had a lot of cause.Recently, I opened my heart to the idea of a submissive male joining our family.Hubby originally brought up the idea more than a year ago, but at the time I wasn't ready. I was recovering from the break-up of a two-year relationship, t . . . (More)
I've spent a lot of time learning crafts. Hubby says everything I try, I succeed at. I think he might just adore me. Still, I've always spread myself thin and picked things up only to be distracted by some new idea before the last was finished. Everything was fast paced. If I can't finish it in a da . . . (More)
"We spend a lot
of time talking about her. Which is interesting to me. I like learning
about people. But I've realized that I really don't want to date
someone that isn't interested in me, in return. I'm not at all
convinced that she is interested. She seems to be thrilled by the
simple fact th . . . (More)
Every day it's something new, but it's the same old thing. Different
acts of the same behavior. Different excuses for the same attitude.
Promises of change, but no proof.
I've run out of ideas. I don't have the energy to even think about it
any more. I'm losing the will to try to be nice about . . . (More)
I disappeared for a while. Not just from my blog -- it felt like I wasn't part of my own life. Every day I was... Disconnected. Distant. I nearly lost my job because I couldn't focus on what I was doing. I wasn't giving anything or anyone the attention needed.I think I'm coming back. I've started ta . . . (More)
I don't like being tied to my phone. Don't get me wrong, it's handy. I love that I can have conversations with people whenever I need to, no matter where I am. I love that I can send and receive messages from Hubby, or Bratling during my work-day when I'm not available and I miss them so much. It's . . . (More)
I'm starting to feel more like myself again. It's such a relief.It feels good to be writing again. It feels good to nuzzle up against Hubby's back as we stand in the kitchen. It feels good to tease the Bratling awake.I've missed this. I've missed it all.Thank you for sticking with me.
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I haven't felt like myself lately. I'm not sure how that fits in to the cause/effect cycle of not writing. It's not just my writing that is suffering, though. I don't know how to fix the problem, because I'm not sure exactly what the problem is. All I seem to be able to confirm is that it is definit . . . (More)