There are no failures, only new beginnings! At least that’s how I see it. I didn’t work out as hard and as often as I normally do last week. I definitely snacked too much. But my drive is back this week. I even started doing yoga again. Tara Stiles is my yogi if I am limited on time. I love her YouTube videos and have pinned some on Pinterest for quick references. (I am City Mouse on Pinterest if you want to check it out). I started to do her Core Strength for Beginners 9 minute yoga video daily. What…
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A poem I wrote. Distant. Always. I had my guard up. I raised my fists high. I raged. I was all alone; There was no one to fight But I fought til I was drained I am all alone still, Fists clenched at my sides, No fight left in me. My tears could fill oceans Because nobody sees Past my thrown out bored small talk We touch base in computer keys, No voice to set the tone. Distant always.
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When I was 14 I used to write a poem or two or ten every day. I have notebook upon notebook. Just those plain black coiled notebooks. Most of it is TERRIBLE. I was never formally trained so they have no rhythm and I couldn’t tell you what type of poem any poem is- of mine or anyone else. I grew up completely enamored with Lord Alfred Tennyson and E.E. Cummings and read their poetry over and over. Growing older I realized some song lyrics are very much poetry as well; such as everything by Leonard Cohen and Hawksley Workman’s…
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We went to our friend’s wedding. They hosted it at the zoo which meant we got a free zoo pass during the day. We had fun for two hours at the zoo and then went to the reception. Best wedding ever. There was mini golf, mini games, table hockey, a bouncy house and hoops. There was great music and dancing and superhero cupcakes. The bride wore Batman and the groom wore Star Trek. My kids danced til midnight! Literally. We got home at 12:30 am. The next day was a huge yummy brunch at the Westin hotel with great food…
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Trying my hand at poetry again. It’s not that great but I love the sentiment and the man who inspired it so here goes. Yes, it’s a love poem- very original, hey? It’s just that I used to write poetry in my troubled teens and writing of angst is so much easier. My Anchor You are my rock. No. No, no. My anchor. Yes. You are my anchor. You keep me grounded, You prevent me F l o a t i n g Out to the sea, Eaten by sharks. Keeping my boat Tethered to the sea floor Safe from…
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Poetry is hard. I am no longer the arrogant, emotional 13-year-old I used to be that thought everything she wrote was gold. Poetry is difficult and I am not a free-flowing river of tears and joy any more. I am usually too drained at the end of the day to face my emotions head on and write poetry. And something else I discovered? There is no poetry without a pen and paper. I cannot write it on my laptop with a keyboard. It just doesn’t work right. It sounds as mechanical and stilted as it should being written on a…
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Anyone who is in a relationship or married needs to ask themselves one question. That question is not “Do I love this person?” but “Do I LIKE them?” That is the true measure of any relationship. Do you like spending time with that person? Do you have great conversations? Do you like wiling away the hours together in comfortable conversation or comfortable silence? Not do I love him. Love can be lust, anger, drama as excitement, or can fade too quickly. Many people who love each other can be completely wrong for each other. You HAVE to pair friendship with…
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I went running the other night. I had to trade in my shorts and tank top for long pants and a long-sleeved running shirt….okay, so not a real running shirt but a long-sleeved pajama shirt of the Husband’s. Same difference. I set out at the same time I always do; after the kids go to bed and some things are tidied. It was dusk when I started and I noticed a nip in the air. It nipped at my nose and my ears. The wind over me as I ran had just the right amount of chill and felt clean.…
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In his book of letters, Jack Kerouac said something that really stuck with me. “So let there be no equivocation about statement, and if you think this is not hard to do, try it. You’ll find that your lies are heavier than your intentions. And your confessions lighter than Heaven. Otherwise, who wants to read? I myself have difficulty covering up my bullshit lies. ” – Jack