Almost another year behind me and my accomplishments are less than staggering. There have been a few recent years that I felt worthy of praise and this year is not in the top ten. Not for lack of trying. It seems the universe tried harder to keep me in one place and it won the battle. However, a new year is dawning and I am tipping my hat to the ( Read more... )

Clearly, my head is not clear. I have contemplated many changes for this year and I have begun two, of-- too many to count. Last night's soiree, or lack thereof, leaves me to contemplate others ( Read more... )

Today is an early push for new goals. A friend got me started with an open FB invite for planking, which I totally hate but it's something I can manage. I have a new site for 2 minutes challenges which includes a modified burpee and modified push-ups. It's one thing on the list ( Read more... )

I feel an underlying sadness. News has brought the dreaded "c" word back into our lives. I push myself to do the things that are normal during the holidays. I put on a brave face. I tell Tristan the truth and pray she handles it better than I handled a friend's death at her age ( Read more... )

What use is an office if you are not given the space to write anything of substance? Perceived substance. I can't remember the last time I tried to write anything of value. Yes, I can, actually. It was my poetry and prose class I took about a year ago. Or has it been two years? Pitiful ( Read more... )

I have been absent from life the past three months. Even though I have continued to find fun or interesting activities to consume my spare time, I have not whole-heartedly enjoyed this chunk of weeks ( Read more... )

I'm better now that I got the "Holy Shit" out of my system. I'm going spew my thoughts anyway ( Read more... )

Without a doubt, this week contained one of the most bizarre shifts of stresses. I have had worse ( Read more... )

... is beyond me ( Read more... )

Reality and fantasy, a vise-
pinching twisted sentiment into words
she doesn't mean.

Manipulated edges,
lies- bucking up her throat,
cutting honest quality
from liquid amber filled rims,
sloth for a bed she wants to warm.

Shameless in quip and ridicule,
slashing confidence in any
not bending.

Was he worth the misery?