Waxing Objectivity

Perspective. Personally, I find it to be a bitch of a reality, mostly because I want mine to always be the “right” one. But, since it seems two or more people can look at the exact same thing, and each see something entirely different, that surely isn’t always the case.

Suddenly, I feel better about my job.
Suddenly, I feel better about my job.

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Crazy Girl

Every now and again – like most women, I’m telling myself – I have pulled what I like to call a Crazy Girl, defined succinctly by Urban Dictionary as “the phenomenon where girls act irrationally because of insecurities.” With that conceded, let’s just say a few times or so in my years I have emotionally reverted from a mature, grown woman to a PMSing 15-year-old schoolgirl, complete with irrational hurt, unreasonable anger, and an un-ending mass of tears.

Crazy Girl
Crazy Girl

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Being the Butt

It wasn’t bad enough that he was gorgeous. Or that his athletic biceps were nearly bursting at the seems of his short-sleeved dark navy blue cotton/poly blend uniform. Or that he called me Miss, rather than the ever-hated Ma’am, which made me feel like an old lady – unless, that is, a well-mannered Southern Boy was using the term – particularly one in a hat, tight jeans, and cowboy boots.

I mean, come on. He can call me whatever he wants.
I mean, come on. He can call me whatever he wants.

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Blood Sugar Sex Magik

War has been waged in my home.

The last ten days have seen my surroundings, once contented, morph into a terrifying battleground, and at lightening speed. Once quiet evenings with a good book have, from seemingly nowhere, turned into hours of blaring diatribes of bitterness, complete with a curse word to every third or fourth noun, and often ending with a non-flying object taking to the skies out of utter frustration. Days of extensive irritation, and consequent pain have ensued, causing hurt and anger to collect in the space above my head like hard black lines scribbled in a bubble above a comic strip character. And, yes, weapons of mass destruction have been used.

How awesome is it that this came up when I googled "Weapons of Mass Destruction"
How awesome is it that this came up when I googled “Weapons of Mass Destruction”

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Humility Bites

The last few days I have felt desperately sorry for myself. Horribly lonely, not a friend within a 20 mile radius, and without a car to go anywhere, I’ve holed myself away at home for yet another weekend. Alone. Broke. Unable to even take a quick trip to the store without committing myself to a 30 minute walk.

I swear I'm going to try this someday.
I swear I’m going to try this someday.

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The Call

And so it is Spring, and the light hangs around a bit longer, flowers begin pushing their way through the dirt, and the blue sky is making a show of the gray. Spring is the shucking off of the dark, the warming of the chill, and the blooming of the lifeless. It allows color into a dreary existence of short days and long nights, representing change, and renewal, and life.

Spring!
Spring!

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Jagged Little Pill

Well, that wasn’t the news I wanted to hear. But, in the reality of life, guess what? I took a wicked curve ball.

The pitch
Comin’ in! Right between the eyes.

I was prepared, alright, or at least I thought I was. For weeks now, I’ve expected that ball hard and fast, straight down the line, into the center of the glove. I had it all planned out, and in it’s supposed foolproof assuredness, I tied it up with a pretty bow. Continue reading

Human Becoming

I’ve spent a lovely, peaceful weekend with my Sister Lynda, sharing good wine, great food, and deep, thoughtful conversation. (And, by the way, it’s difficult to introduce Lynda, who I often call my “new” Sister, without sharing the story of our family- it is one of love and angst, and shrouded in a thin layer of devout sadness that lived within our mother for the entirety of her adult life. But, you’ll have to click subscribe- just a couple inches Northwest of where your eyes are now to hear the whole story.  (And, besides, all the cool kids are doing it.) That, my friends, is another entry entirely. Stay tuned.)

The first day we met our Sister Lynda
The first day we met our Sister Lynda

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