A large part of moving to WA was to living a colder climate for the huskies. Of course, we hoped for snow, but everyone who lives in our little town told us not to get out hopes up. Then yesterday, it starts to snow. Small little flakes that felt more like rain than anything else, but still exciting. Over the course of the day, you could even see patches of white of ground. I was happy with that. Until, this morning, it was like our yard was covered in goose-down comforters.
I have a goal to help the women around me be happy. So I post positive thoughts on social media. Things that strike me, that I think (hope) will resonate with others. Like this one. At first I thought, hell yes. This is kick ass. Make it a plan, ladies. No more dreaming. But I love the phrase, living the dream. But if the dream is a plan, then are you just living the plan? In which case it sounds dull, boring, and routine. Who wants that as their life? So now my goal is to fi
This is my year for no resolutions. None. Zip. Zilch. Zero. I am through disappointing myself. If I happen to do something great, then awesome. Otherwise, fuggedaboutit. No more worries about my weight, the length of my hair, how little I exercise, how much I drink, how many books I write, or what time I wake up in the morning. None of that matters. This year, I just live. I’ll let you know in about 364 days how that went. #ThoughtsonLife
And especially Monday mornings. Mornings in general are useless. I’m not one of those people who like them, take advantage of them, or find them necessary. I’d rather my day start at 10am. Now, I get that the logic there being that 10am would become my new 7am and I would probably hate it as well, but I am willing to take that risk. #ThoughtsonLife
The more people I meet through my writing, the more people I connect with. I suppose it’s like anything, right? You are exposed to a new sub-set of beings you are bound to find some you can relate to. But what is funny is that, because the bulk of the communication with all of these newbies in my life is online, they don’t get me. By that I mean my sarcasm and my humor. Rarely am I serious with what comes out of my mouth. Actually, I should say my head since I could be saying
Things I’m Thankful For: First on my list every year and always is BW. For a million reasons. Years ago I shared a happy memory from my childhood – every Thanksgiving my Dad would get up early to make pumpkin pies and would bake the extra filling in a ramekin for me to have for breakfast. Now, every year, BW does the same for me as an adult. Second on my list is Linda Russell and Foreword PR. I released three books this year. The smartest thing I did beginning with the first
As I’m sure most people do, I go back and forth between trying to be all ‘love everyone, be grateful, get your zen on’ and shit. But end up somewhere around ‘love everyone except the ones I don’t love and really everyone can just fuck off’. Maybe most people don’t do it and it’s just me and I’m the only one with a chameleon-like disposition. But I doubt it. At the very least, I really do try to promote acceptance and support amongst women. Like from girl to girl, chick to chi