Is there any greater irony than that of writing my first blog post of 2017 on Valentine’s Day as a solo woman?? Nope. Not even a little bit. Why? Lemme ramble and hope to whatever god(s) you believe in that my point even remotely comes across clearer than mud. Obviously, I’ve had A Thing. It’s been a pretty Big Thing, in fact. Feeling a little lost…not in a bad way, no, but…not up to standards. I had to reconnect, but I wasn’t exactly sure where to even begin, and with what. Hence, I bring you to my penultimate of catch-isms:…
“Superpower Sunday! If you had a superpower – what would it be? How would you use it?” This was supposed to be easy. Why isn’t this easy?!?!? Mind reading? Hell no. Because I don’t carry the weight of the world’s problems personally at ALL. *shifty eyes* Superhuman strength? Dude. For what? Flame On! Um, insurance liability? No thank you. Super elasticity? *cringe* With my luck I’d get an arm stuck in a revolving door and get…nope. Flying? Don’t care. Nowhere to go. Invisibility? Yeah, because I want to feel even MORE invisible with an invisible disease. Hulk Smash? Now, that…
#HAWMC Day 5 “Are you all about 180 characters or less? Do you enjoy shooting the perfect photo? Or perhaps love sharing posts on Facebook.What’s your favorite platform to get your voice heard and why?” Can you hear me now?? Hmmm. This one is tricky. I’m going to have to go with Facebook, but being the social media diva that I endeavour to be, I really have just been cross-posting across platforms this year. Again, reasons. Not that I’ve entirely lost my mo-jo, no…but that I just…hmmm…how to put it? Am I even being heard? *frowny face of wrinkly agitation*…
So Day 4’s prompt was kinda/sorta/maybe similar to one used a couple of years ago, and I’m gonna use what I wrote then, minor-ly edited, because I think it’s actually kind of amazing to see the thought process and how I recognize the similarities I still hold about that day… “Do you remember the day you were diagnosed? Perhaps you were scared, felt alone and surely you had tons of questions. Write a letter to yourself for the day you were diagnosed, knowing all you do now.” Go, Go Truth-erHero!!! “I am the terror, that *spazzyjigs* in the night,…
#HAWMC Day 3: “Quotation Inspiration. Find a quote that inspires you (either positively or negatively) and free write about it for 15 minutes.” Holy sweet mother of snickerdoodles, Batman!! GAH! Not that I’m on any kind of pity pot, I’m not. I swear it. But unless you’re coffee or guinea pigs, I really am uncomfortable with the rainbows’n’puppies’n’kittens’n’shit this week. o.O Just the chaos of my reality at the moment, I suppose. Existing at the rate of several “wtf’s” per second. Subsisting on coffee and Clonazepam. This shall pass. It always does. There’s the escapism of pet therapy and “Colour!”…
I’m laughing a little bit harder than I should at today’s #HAWMC Day 2 prompt: “Every great writer has their own process! What’s the blogging process look like for you? Do you set aside time each week to write or do you wait until the inspiration hits? Do you finish a post in one night or use the week to perfect it? Do you edit your blogs or just hit publish? Whatever it is you do, it’s unique to you and we want to learn about it.” Cuz, well…2016 can take a flying leap off my left boob. Which, incidentally,…
I admit I’ve been stupendously lax in my writing this year. A thing happened, I attributed it to posting about a very important and extremely traumatic event that occurred wayyyyyyy back in January, and I’ve associated my writing with the loss of friendships in direct (and epic) proportions. Also, I’ve reached a limit. I don’t actually know what that limit is, but it sure as shit is in regards to health and lupus and the asshatery (totally a word) of managing The Everything within the context of my reality. What better way to get back into the throes of highlighting…
oooOOOOooooo did I just use a cuss in a blog post title? Fucking right I did. I’ve been unquestionably absent from posting for what seems like EONS…and I’m ready to delve back into writing about the going’s on of my made-for-tv-movie kind’o’life. 2016 is a big bag of smashed assholes. True story. But…the journey continues. “But…you’re in remission! Isn’t that a great thing?” Well, HELLS YEAH, baby!!! Even got my septum pierced in a celebratory *middle fingers salute* to everything Lupus. Or, maybe some kind of mid-life crisis thing. Whichever. Wish it’d been a car, though. 😉 Do you know…
I’d an epiphany! Actually, my daughter reminded a couple of weeks ago, but then, in true “one remaining brain cell left” fashion, I’d forgotten. Until yesterday. Because…tomorrow, peeps. Tomorrow is my daughter’s 11th birthday. She NEEDS her Hogwart’s acceptance letter!! Off to Michael’s for old-looking paper and card stock and forgot-my-coupon-but-cashier-was-awesome, OH MY! \m/ I’d had a wax seal left from times gone by which, incidentally, was of an “H.” Huzzah. I downloaded fonts (Harry P.) from fonts.com. I Googled and I cut paper and I printed and I generally lost my proverbial shit trying to keep that one…
Wow. Sweet mother of all things! It’s time to brush the cobwebs off of the writing and get back to the things that are “Me.” After a mental wellness hiatus, after reconnecting with amazing people with FRABJOUS perspectives, after the past few months of chats with TherapyGurl and the empowerment of spirit…here I am. Oh, I haven’t been Eeyore-ing. Hell no. I’ve been working ComicCon and priestess-ing and working and kubb-ing, OH, MY! \m/ Part of my mental wellness growth is always self-care. What I was requiring was a change in perspective of the way I see the double standard of…