Tag: selflove
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An Analysis of My Anxiety.
Like, why do I feel anxious? Hmm. Let me count the ways. . . . I’m an anxious human (join the club, right?) and the other night I stopped myself, mid-worry, and thought, “Why?” Why the hell do I feel nervous right now? The kids are sleeping soundly; I’m sitting in our safe and lovely…
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Dear Reader, I Hope Your Life is a Mess.
Hear me out; I’m not a dick. . . . Happy 2024 to you and yours, friend. If I had to sum up my epiphany of this past year, it would be a familiar, yet important one: This is our brief time to shine.* I know I’ve said it many times before, (more or less…
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I Still Read Books.
Slowly and surely, yes. But I make time each day for my number one hobby. . . . Dear Reader! Hi. (waves) It’s been quite awhile since I’ve posted a book review* on here. I used to call it Book-of-the-Month, but that timeline has—and probably will be—on hold for several more years to come. But…
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RV Stop #2: Camden Hills State Park, Maine.
Rain, rain, go away. . . . . . Ahh, yes. The classic, never-ending rain: the bane of any camper’s* travels. So after we left Sebago Lake, we journeyed to the northeast, into Camden. We pulled into our spot, put out the slides, and then pretty much on cue, it started to downpour. It was…
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The Pre-Birthday Girl Plans.
My 36th Birthday is just around the corner. And I plan on living it up, yo. It’s a designated time to celebrate this little life o’ mine. So here are a few ways I plan to seize the day. . . . SnapDragon’s Simple-Yet-Cool Birthday Plans: 1. A New Do. I need a quality shampooing,…
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Ch-ch-ch-changes.
An attitude adjustment. . . . Hi there. It’s SnapDragon. Remember me? January has almost passed us by, and I feel especially unfulfilled as an artist. I feel . . . heavy, even though I’ve lost all the baby weight. I feel . . . an odd mix of mindfulness and dissatisfaction at all that…
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On The Dark.
SnapDragon originally posted this on Wise & Shine, formerly known as Pointless Overthinking. . . . I’m afraid of the dark. Like, for real. And it’s not because I think there are trolls in the basement, or Civil War ghosts in the attic. (But—ahem—now that I’ve revived that thought, I might crawl into bed even earlier tonight.)…
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My Hands.
My hands are quite small. They have been through a lot in their 35 years. Pleasure and pain. Work. Life. They’ve learned musical instruments. They’ve pretty much perfected the art of chalkboard writing. They’ve sliced bananas and watermelons galore. They’ve boasted ridiculous acrylic nails; antique diamonds; tender callouses from part-time jobs. They’ve slapped the steering…
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Snippets of Summer.
Sweet Summer: It is making its slow, inevitable disappearance. And while I truly do enjoy all four seasons, I must admit I’m more than ready for fall. Bring on the cardigans; bring on the pumpkins. Let us north-easterners dry off our sweaty summer armpits and rejoice in the brisk autumn winds. But Snap, you’re getting…
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Shh.
Just Another Day in Paradise, Yo. . . . Hi. How are you, Dear Reader? How do you feel today: body, mind, and soul? Pause. Think. Answer honestly. Me? I’m doing just fine, thanks. I’m currently sitting on our RV love seat, clicking past the miles somewhere between Ohio and Indiana. Sweet Baby Snap is…