The Last Day of August

The Last Day of August

Friday * FIVE I can’t believe its the last day of August. Writing for work – blogs and an email. I love my job. I hope these new work projects catapult me to a new level professionally. I’ve never produced a video before and I hope it works the way we want it too. Want to get back to memoir writing but work is consuming me right now. Its nice only having to switch between a few similar gears instead of all of the (very) different ones I used to have to switch between. Ordinary is underrated. Why do so many seek sensationalism? He worked late. I grabbed dinner at Strong & Co. with the Gibbs. I feel like I look good. I should work away from home on Fridays so I don’t want to go anywhere in the evening. I wanted to get out tonight. Should not have drank last glass of wine. In bed around...
Understanding Politics

Understanding Politics

Thursday * FOUR Up and straight to the shower. Marietta. Making new ‘friends’ with unlikely people. Meeting two different senators in a few short months. She called a few times again today. I love that she values my opinion. Blogging strategy. Finally feeling comfortable, like I understand how things work. I really like driving my new car. This sense of seeing myself more clearly, as though I’m outside looking in. Things feel amazing with him. We’re settling in to a new, fun, yet ordinary and comfortable phase. Not allowing myself to rewind conversations and judge myself harshly. I am me and me is...
Midweek Melancholy

Midweek Melancholy

Wednesday * THREE I like the word melancholy. It rolls off the tongue easily. Ordinary is good too. Twenty six years ago. Didn’t sleep well in middle of the night. Slept in an extra half hour this morning. Morning pages for the first time in a week. Resurrecting the Apple Watch. Video editing at Starbucks. She called several times today. She values my opinion. Pondering her birthday gift. The weather’s been warm but its feeling like Fall as we watch television in the evening — something we never do during Summer. I never want to take my relationships for granted. Life is precious. A sweet text from Steve, seeing mom as a...
Three Days of August Left

Three Days of August Left

Tuesday * TWO Working on her resume from bed. Two of our hens disappeared while free ranging yesterday. He found one dead this morning. A dog? Feeling dumb but facing fears anyway. Why do I get so nervous? Four Reasons; she called and met me there. We finished up resumes, applications … Magic is in the mundane moments. ‘Unfurl.’ The Memoir Writing Workbook. Left brain, right brain. Free association bubbles. Drawing left handed. Timelines. My life. He’s so handsome. Thinking about Cindy and Jessica today. Writing is my...
Four Years

Four Years

Monday * ONE Four years. We closed on the 19 four years ago today, while he was in North Carolina. A great night’s sleep. Men’s hair gel, that’s new. Possible celiac disease? I love productive Mondays, especially from hOMe. Excited for this work week — and next. 95 vacation hours, two personal days. A three mile road hike, the first in over a week. It is hot and humid but the random breeze bursts feel nice. Mowing. A moment of quiet. Talking to her, looking for job. Chill hour before bed....