Inspiration

I’m not really having the best of days today.  I came home from work not feeling so well.  Than got a call from my boyfriend ranting about our Jeep being stolen.  I’m actually pretty sure that it was towed because he ran out of gas and walked off to get some in the can.  When he got back, it was MIA.  I can’t get ahold of him because he doesn’t have a cell phone and I have no idea where he was when it happened to call the police in that township.  But whatever.  That’s not the point to this entry so please .. read on. Continue reading

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Repeat.

Today is the first time I’ve come to the bookstore and the minute I sit down, I just want to leave.  I don’t know where I want to go, mind you.  I don’t want to go home.  I don’t want to be here.  I just .. I’m feeling like I just don’t want to be.  If that makes any sense. Continue reading

The Biggest Loser.

If you’ve read any of my previous entries, you’ve probably figured out by now that I don’t exactly have a great self-image.  I started writing this blog (one of the reasons!) to work on that, to give myself an outlet of sorts.  I wanted to be able to discuss how I see myself in a place where I didn’t feel judged.  I wanted to be able to bounce ideas and thoughts off of like-minded individuals and to read about their own struggles with body image.  I wanted a place where I could grow and potentially shed the part of me that hates from the outside in.   Continue reading

Art Journaling.

I know, I know.  It’s been a long time since I’ve last posted on here.  I’m still trying to get into the swing of this whole blogging thing and chances are very strong that I won’t ever be a ‘daily blogger’.  Maybe not even a monthly blogger.  I write when I’m inspired or when I have something to say.  And lately my inspiration has led more towards the art side of things than the writing side of things. Continue reading

Home.

IMAG1418This is a picture of my view from my favorite place in the entire world, my usual table at Barnes & Noble.  I feel a little like Norm here.  Everybody knows my name even though I don’t come nearly as often as I used to.  More money than should have been spent has been spent here countless times over the last ten years.  And I regret nothing! Continue reading