I’ve been trying really hard to be thankful. I am person who can generally jump into gratitude. I am thankful I have a job that I mostly love, I have a roof over my head, clean water, food, and people in my life. But these days being thankful for 2016 is not natural. I feel… Continue reading What if I can’t be thankful?
Today seeped of a loveliness I’ve been missing. Great conversations, my first gingerbread latte of the season, an amazing church service. And as the clock moves towards sleeping and the beginning of the week, I’m tired again. Wearied. Teary-eyed. Changing the way you see things isn’t the easy. And that’s what I’m currently attempting… Continue reading I choose champagne.
I normally wait till the end of the year to start processing a year gone by. But there are about 7 weeks left in 2016 and I am counting down. This year has been brutal. Not necessarily lots of “bad” things have transpired, but every single week has been a competition for the award of… Continue reading 2017 might not be different
I currently am living too brain dead and exhausted to do much of anything these days. My compassion and patience and words for the day are pretty much done by 3 pm each week day. I just want to hide in a hole in my room and not come out. I don’t want to be around… Continue reading Even (fake) introverts need people.
My closet is a straight up mess. About three weeks or so ago, I reorganized the whole thing, took out all the hangers, all the folded clothes, even folded the dirty clothes that I wasn’t planning on washing yet so it would look nice. That lasted all of a week, maybe. In reality, there is… Continue reading Week 44: my closet is clean.
All I’ve wanted to tell people over the past month is to grow the eff up, put on your big girl panties and show up for your life. It’s a fire that was lit in me by one of the fathers in my life. Commit or be killed. Man up or shut up. Be a… Continue reading Why I don’t show up
I had never made a cheesecake before I set foot in Bellingham. If I am being 100% honest, cheesecakes aren’t my favorite. I mean, yes I can crush a Cheesecake Factory cheesecake, but the thought of mixing together that much cream cheese didn’t sound appetizing. Enter my friend Joanna. Joanna can’t eat a handful of… Continue reading The Recipe Series: Community Cheesecake