The yellow room. I've been aching to write something meaningful lately. I think of probably a thousand different topics on a monthly basis- but I’ve never actually had that "YES" moment...until this morning. Last night I had a very strange dream. in fact, I have been dreaming vivid dreams lately. I think this … Continue reading The Yellow Room
You read that right. Pobody's Nerfect. Or... Nobody's Perfect, rather. You are not perfect. I am not perfect. All of us probably have a list of things we dislike about ourselves...and maybe you personally blame yourself for why certain people don't like you. But you shouldn't do that. You are who you are for a reason. … Continue reading Pobody’s Nerfect…stop beating yourself up!
January was cold, bitter, restless and confusing. Two incompatible lovers went their separate ways; yet found themselves together again later on...only to split up again. February was lonely, short and kind of boring. He came back...with a rose. March was bitter-sweet; because I was on my way out of an old job and into a stable career! April was inviting … Continue reading Something to look back on
I'm writing this for myself, and for those who are going through a difficult time period in their life. I'm going to start this off with a suggestion- Wake up tomorrow on the "good side" of the bed and make an effort to accomplish something by the end of the day. It doesn't matter how big, or … Continue reading Keeper of the flame
This image...this reflection...this person. She isn't who I see in my head. Who I see in my head is someone much different and much uglier, and completely mismatches what I see in the reflective oval. How well can you visualize yourself in your mind? Do you see your distinctive features as clearly as you see them in the mirror? Do you see your … Continue reading The girl in the mirror isn’t me
I wonder about you a lot. Are you happy? Have you found the love of your life? Have you forgotten about the man you said you never would, seven years ago? You know, the big blue Chevy driving hunk, who couldn't take his eyes off you. The one that let you slip away...without you having … Continue reading Dear 30 Year Old Me
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