Two-Bit Musings.

Chip Lips.

I’ve been eating barbecue chips like they’re goin’ outta style, yo. (But that’s not what this post is about. Better read on. . .)

. . .

Hi.

I’m perched here in our RV, cozied up in fruit-punch-colored sweatpants, the dim hum of the heater droning on in an inexplicably comforting way.

It’s unseasonably cold here in PA, so The SnapDragon Family is playing inside today.

Oh well.

Time for thinking.

Time for dreaming.

Time for resting these weary bones.

. . .

After reading a post by a friend of mine, I’m thinking a lot about control.

And, how very little of it we have in our lives.

Infancy. Toddlerhood. Childhood. Adolescence.

Family. Society. School. Economics.

Then, at last: Adulthood.

Adulthood. Which, generally speaking, is the bulk of our time spent on this planet.

(pause)

(Cue another cycle of circumstances beyond our control.)

. . .

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, Dear Reader:

All I can control are my own actions.

All I can control are my own actions.

All I can control are my own actions.

. . .

I want to be:

-Patient. Because wouldn’t I want someone to be patient with me? I’m a flawed human being, just like the rest of ‘em. Sometimes it takes awhile to learn, to get it right. And that’s okay. It’s okay.

-Kind. Again: Golden Rule. Life’s much better when you’re kind. We’re so much prettier when we smile. Plus, people always remember how we made them feel. And I want people to feel valued. I want people to feel loved: friends and strangers both.

-Curious. There is a ridiculous amount to learn in this world, in this universe! Why would I not ask questions? Because I’m afraid of looking stupid? Stupid is as stupid does, Mrs. Blue. I’m going to spend my days learning, and growing. The journey never ends.

-Authentic. I spent far too many years hiding pieces of me. People-pleasing. Dogma-abiding. Apologizing for being human. I. Am. Human. This body is finite. It’s amazing. It’s dirty, and requires a rather unfair amount of upkeep. But it’s mine. And, I hope to use it in ways to spread joy: both to myself, and others.

. . .

And there we have it.

Another snippet from your girl SnapDragon.

(smiles and waves, and grabs another handful of kettle-cooked goodness)

‘Til next time.

. . .

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Two-Bit Musings.

(Untitled).

Curlies, 2020. Pennsylvania.
Original Photo by SnapDragon X.
All rights reserved.

Close your tired eyes. Taste the tingle of mint upon your lips as your chest rises and falls in an unrealized rhythm.

You are here. You are here. You are here.

Remember in the fourth grade when they said you’d changed?

Or when you saw your name written on an old youth group prayer list?

When you yelled in the bullhorn and your colleagues heard your true, unashamed voice after all those years?

You’ve been here all along, Snap.

How many times must you apologize for being you?

. . .

Close your eyes. Hear the hum of the nighttime fan.

Shed the skin of yesterday’s ghosts and greet the day anew.

. . .

SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and couch-curler-upper.

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Two-Bit Musings.

Down Days.

Hello, Dear Reader. Happy Saturday.

Today is one of Those Days.

I feel itchy. Like, from head to toe. I’ve always had troubled skin. And for whatever reason I feel especially scratchy today. Itchiness has got to be in the running for effective torture devices, no?

I feel like the human version of an M&M. We were looking through old pictures on the computer today, and. . . Damn, age is cruel. I promised myself after our son was born that I would never berate my body again. And I won’t. It’s amazing. But I tell you, Dear Reader: those standards of beauty that were drilled into my head for so many years? They can be hard to break.

Everything is still closed. I know, I know. What else is new? We’re bored. And during a pandemic we should remember what really matters: We’re healthy, and grateful. But we’re also starting to climb the walls a bit. Even having the option to go out puts a spring in my step.

(shrug)

And there we have it.

But, things will look up, friends. They always do.

The Bluebird of Happiness is just around the bend.

And she’s singing a song for you.

. . .

SnapDragon is a wife, mom, writer, artist, and homemaker. And she wants to tell you it’ll be all right, love.

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Tuesday Talks.

New Feature on Snippets of SnapDragon, yo!

Hello, Dear Readers!

There’s a New Feature here on Snippets of SnapDragon!

It’s called “Tuesday Talks”. As the name suggests, each Tuesday I’ll offer a post with a specific question to spark discussion among us blogging friends.

Please note that while passionate, lively discussion is welcomed, disrespectful hate speech is NOT. But I’m sure you’re better than that, and this disclaimer is overkill, right? Okay, good. I thought so.

Anyway, stay tuned!

Love,

SnapDragon X.

. . .

SnapDragon is a writer, painter, and lover of wine and exotic cheeses.

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Two-Bit Musings.

Coming Soon: An All New SnapDragon!

Beauty in Three, 2017. Acrylic on Canvas. Original Painting by SnapDragon X.
All rights reserved.

It’s Time for Change.

More fun. More art. More funky foolishness.

More insight. More dreaming. More self-discovery.

More whimsy.

More wisdom.

More we.

Stay tuned, yo.

‘Cuz a whole new Snap is comin’ at ya.

SnapDragon is an old soul who loves fancy sneakers, Freddie Mercury, and freshly-sharpened pencils.

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Two-Bit Musings.

The Fresh Start.

It’s August 1st, yo.

I absolutely love a fresh start.

I love flipping another page of my ASPCA calendar and seeing all those open squares of possibility. (Along with photos of sweet animals who’ve been saved, of course. Aww.)

I often look for fresh starts in the most hum-drum of circumstances:

Getting my oil changed and therefore feeling like I have another chance to “pamper” my vehicle

(No more trash on the floor!)

The Start of a New Hour

(Okay. No more fooling around!)

Mondays

(Maybe this week I’ll go to the gym.)

-Getting My Hair Cut

(I’ll only use natural products from here on out.)

. . . You get the idea.

Because I think there might be something inherently therapeutic about a fresh start.

It’s another chance to get things right.

So, Dear Reader?

Consider this your fresh start.

SnapDragon declares it.

This moment, this instant. Ready, set, go.

Shed the disappointments, the heartaches, and the should-have-dones.

Because you’re still here. You’re still alive, and you are strong.

And you can bet your sweet ass you were born to do something great.

So go change those sheets on the bed.

Wash your face.

Drink a tall glass of gloriously icy water.

Because you’ve got this.

. . .

What are some of your favorite Fresh Start moments, Dear Reader?

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Let's Be Friends.

Let’s Be Friends.

(Unless you’re a close-minded jerk. Then I’ll take a hard pass.)

But I’m sure you’re cool, right?

SnapDragon at Work, 2018. Original Photo by SnapDragon X. All rights reserved.

Hello, Dear Reader.

Maybe you’re a follower, or maybe you’ve stumbled upon my cauldron of creative musings and are asking yourself just what this site is all about.

What’s a SnapDragon?

I am SnapDragon, friend.

Allow me to introduce myself:

(taps the mic)

-I identify as human. I identify as a radical educator. I identify as a flawed yet compassionate soul.

-I’m obsessive about punctuation. I will fight to the death believing that it makes or breaks effective writing.

-I cannot resist cute, cartoon-y school supplies. I may be the teacher, but you better believe I’m going to buy the folder with a picture of peanut butter and jelly high-fiving on the front. Why wouldn’t I?

-I get pissed when people lack passion. I may seem like an obsessive freak about my favorite things, but at least I have personality. I’d rather be weird than boring.

-I have nighttime anxiety. If a worry seems manageable during the day, it transforms into a world catastrophe by midnight. Everything’s scarier in the dark.

-I pride myself on being forgiving. Life’s short. If you offer a sincere apology, and correct the behavior, we all good. Kids are the greatest reminder of how simple it is to just forgive and forget.

-I am embarrassingly bad at math. I truly do not know how I passed. But thankfully, all of it’s done, and I ain’t lookin’ back, yo.

-I love tattoos, but will never get one. I’m an artist, and love seeing the brilliant and meaningful designs people choose to wear on their bodies, more or less for life. But the permanence overwhelms me. I like viewing my skin as a. . . clean slate of sorts.

-I pretty much want to be Ariel from The Little Mermaid. Her voice, her hair. . . she’s absolutely lovely. But I would stay under the sea, no doubt about it.

-And finally? If I could have one super power, it would be to eat and drink without repercussions. I would be the queen of macaroni n’ cheese, vegetarian burritos, avocado and cucumber sushi, Chianti, and a ridiculous list of craft beers. Oh wait. I am, and most of the time just ignore the calories. Oh well.

Oh man. I’m hungry now.

So, there we have it, friends.

It’s nice to meet you. Or, if you’re a follower, it’s nice to take our digital relationship to the next level. (But no sexts, please. Don’t make it weird.)

So… who are you, Dear Reader?

Come on. I need some friends. So comment away! Tell me about your favorite things. Tell me what makes you you.

All of my love,

Snap

Two-Bit Musings.

𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜.

𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙.

𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎.

𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠.

𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢.