My So Called Life
All the random ass shit that happens. Read at your own risk.
Day-to-day dispatches from a life that is technically ordinary and somehow never boring. Work problems, relationship observations, aging indignities, boundary violations, and the occasional moment of genuine clarity that makes all the rest of it worth it. The catch-all category for everything that doesn't fit neatly anywhere else — which, honestly, describes most of real life.-
I Am Not the Favorite Child
I poured myself a cup of coffee this morning, after being woken up by my mother, I needed caffeine support to keep me upright. After the first cup, I set my mug on the counter, with the expectations that the mug would be conveniently located in closest proximity to the supplies.
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Hitting the Unlike Button
Parking at my complex has always given me grief. Before the managers implemented the paid reserved parking, finding a spot, especially on weekends when everyone but me seems to have “extra” guests, was near impossible. I opted for the paid spot because I have enough uncertainty in my life, whether or not there’s going to be a spot near my building is the last thing I want to think about when I have groceries and two flights of stairs to climb.
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My So Called Summer — Pt 2 — Crap Covered Walk Down Memory Lane
December is hurtling towards January at ludicrous speed. Which brings me to finish my recap for the summer of 2014. Given the general shitty-ness of what happened in Virginia, my kids have nothing good to say, and what they could say is probably not worth sharing.
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Letting Go of Self-Sabotage
An experience in fourth grade that was both good and bad. Years later I am still learning to let go of self-sabotage.
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Taking a Personal Time Out…
I’m currently at a point where I should be working on a couple of assignments but for some reason I fail to possess the motivation to even feel guilty about putting them off. I’m going to ride this wave of procrastination through until morale improves or the items become time critical… whichever happens first. I think I organized myself to the point where nothing surprises me anymore so I no longer feel the impending pressure, the doom that fueled my academic fervor. *sigh*
