I’ve got me tea, which is still way too hot. This means that I’m not going to drink it and fall asleep. Then, it’s going to sit on my bedside table for the next two days. Huckle is curled up beside me, and my ceiling fan light is on, but the light is actually not very light. I usually keep my bathroom light on which … Continue reading Exhausted, but not defeated
I haven’t written along the lines of my lucid (from too much sweet tea) thoughts in a few months. I have been really caught up with the growth of the blog and social platforms (which is the short-version of “all the apps open on my phone at a time”). This has not only placed a bit more change in my pocket, but also opened doors … Continue reading Canker Sore Level Stress
One of my very favorite things to do, whether unhealthy or not, is to resonate on memories. I have a knack for getting hooked on angry-girl music or obscure alternative rock bands for weeks at a time Today, I came across an old artist that took up a month of my life, and I couldn’t but revel in all the images during each bitter lyric. … Continue reading Resonating on the Photos of Twenty-Seven
So, I cannot tell you if it is the Sertralin in my system or the dopamine boost from jumping two horses today, but tonight as I was about to go to sleep I started thinking about the orchestration of every moment of my still young and very unimportant life, and if any small portion that at one point I was yearning to be away from, … Continue reading If you don’t like rush hour, try finding rest at the barn.
Within this time of planning my move (currently in progress), my work schedule became a bit more busy, I ended a healthy but plateau’ed relationship, and slowly the shackles of depression and anxiety crept back into my day-to-day schedule. It seems to do that when my plate gets shifted. I’ve also always been fairly emotional. Commercials use to make me cry fairly regularly, and my … Continue reading Getting help sometimes
When I was in elementary school, so early two-thousands, I remember inwardly deciding that even though I lived in a split home, I would not act out on this like my peers who were witnessing the same events in their families. And my family split when I was fairly young. I had already started school so I still have a few memories still of pre-two … Continue reading I put the verb in ‘Parent Trap’
I wrote this draft a year ago. I felt it fitting. Even more now, as I’m opening up my packed schedule to teach a few sporadic lessons again and trying to figure how to achieve my next riding goals..
This is dedicated to my sweet vegetable friend. Continue reading “Losing Furniture and Choosing the Wrong Car Insurance.”
I’ve write about insecurity about 75% of the time my fingers tap on my keyboard. It’s been an ongoing struggle, and while maybe the object of my insecurity has evolved, it always stems from some need of self-validation. Continue reading “So Long, to tricking the system.”
I haven’t put words on this side of the blog in some time. I didn’t feel like I had a lot to write about. Then, and I guess now, I do.
Am I the only person that feels inadequate? Continue reading “I Feel Pretty, the original poster-child for the 2018 acclaimed film on insecurity.”
