It’s Christmas Eve morning. Our home is quiet so I’m able to wake slowly. As I gain consciousness, my mind starts to recall all that we’d like to do today. Thankfully, it’s a short list of wishes that we’ll get to if we can. Truly, nothing will make Christmas more meaningful than what it is. […]Read more "A gift that keeps on giving"
Perfection. Ugh! I thought it was my goal for most of my life. Aren’t we raised to always do our best? In hindsight, I realize it was my enemy. I realize the anxiety it caused and the joy it stole. Controlling EVERYTHING was my method of achieving peace. It was so wrong. I wasn’t peaceful. […]Read more "In the Midst"
Another entry from my observation journal. I always get hungry for Chick Fil-A on Sundays. I drive by them other days of the week but they aren’t as inviting as when they are closed. I chuckle to myself because this has happened more times than I can count. Perhaps it is the empty parking lot […]Read more "Sunday"
A short paragraph from my observation journal for Creative Writing. last year when I started continuing ed classes. Feeling the same as I start again this semester. New direction; new anxieties. The first Creative Writing class– I am anxious, excited, and encouraged. The students are diverse, which I appreciate very much. Many years ago, coming […]Read more "She’s Back"
Sunday November 27.2011 | So, this is how it feels to have a blog? It’s a tad intimidating and a smidge paralyzing to my thought process. I wonder if people who write journals fear that it might fall into the wrong hands? Will someone read the journal take the words out of context? Oh my […]Read more "And away we go!"