In the spirit of this pretty little picture and quote I want to talk about my recent trip up to Hanging Rock. The plan was to go camping for a couple of days and unplug, but that didn’t pan out, so we just went hiking instead. My husband and I invited my parents (who we were staying with) to come along and they said yes.
We decided to do the water fall trails because they were a little easier and my step father is still recovering from knee surgery.
The trail was nice and I enjoyed being out in the woods. We reached one of the over hangings and I went up to the edge and sat down on the edge. I was more than content to just sit there a few moments and relish the coolness of the stone benieth me, coupled with the warmth of the sun and the scent of wet earth. But my folks wanted to take a couple of pictures and move on. Oh well, to each their own I suppose. When we reached the bottom where the water fall was I handed my stuff off to my hubby and climbed down to it. My mom wanted to know what I was doing and I told her that standing under a waterfall was on my bucket list. Now, mind you, I pictured it in some tropical location but hey, I’ll take what I can get. My hubby soon joined me and together we stood under the chilly water.
The point of the story is this: Live in the moment. Take time to make memories and get the pictures on the way out.
Until next time my friends
So today is my birthday!!!!!
I share this momentous day with not only a cousin (who is absolutely adorable) but also Dr. Seuss. For anyone else who shares this day, happy birthday to you too!
Today I’m 31. I know that may not seem like a lot to some of you, but for me it’s mind blowing. I don’t really feel thirty. But then again, I have no idea how thirty is supposed to feel. The only thing that I know is that I still have a lot of life to live and I shouldn’t get stressed out over the little things. I have so much to be grateful for that it would take too long to list them all.
Either way, to all my friends and family: Thank you for being in my life and here’s hoping that 31 (or whatever you are) is an awesome year!
Ha ha just kidding, there’s no such thing as too many books.
My husband has to drag me away from the book section of any store we walk through and often gives me a resigned sigh when I give him the puppy eyes when we past a book store. Have I mentioned how much a love him? Any who, the reason why I titled this post the way I did is because right now, I have three books that I’m reading. I didn’t choose to read three in one go, it just sort of happened that way.
You see, the first book is a non fiction. Those I can’t read in one sitting. When I’m bored I pick it up and reach until my brain cries for me to stop. The other book I’m reading is a new purchase (even though I have probably a dozen other books that I need to read). The latest book is a library hold. It’s been on hold for so long that I forgot that I had put it on hold. I can’t speak for the rest of you, but for me, library books take precedent.
So now, I feel guilty putting the other two books to the side while I focus mainly on my library book. All the while my husband shakes his head at me wondering why in the world he puts up with a bookaholic.
Happy weekend peoples! Until the next time! I got a lot of reading to do.
A year ago, my grandmother got really sick. It took a while to figure out what exactly was wrong with her, cancer. It pains me to say that on December 27th 2016, she passed from this world. We all new that she wouldn’t leave before Christmas (it being her favorite holiday). I love you Nana and you will be terribly missed my all of us. Thank you for all the years of love and support you gave me. I will try to live my life in a way that would make you proud.
Things are really kinda crazy for me right now. My grandmother is loosing her fight with cancer and honestly, she could go at any moment. I realize that it has been a while since I’ve posted anything so I just wanted to take a few moments to tell you that I’m still alive and will return.
Please tell your loved one how you feel. You never know when they will no longer be around.
My life has become a roller coaster right now. My grandmother is not doing well and may be loosing her battle with cancer. Work has become a whole basket of crazy this year. And I’ve finally started to the get the clinical help that I need. So much is going on and so much is changing that writing or anything related to writing has taken a back seat. But while things haven’t gotten any better, the ride has gotten a little smoother.
Today I finally finished writing Frank Tales. I have been trying to write this children’s book for two years, but The Lost Guardian series has continually pushed it to the back burner. But now that Souls in the Dark is published, I have some time to dedicate to it. I still need to revise and make the illustrations but at least the hard part is done. I’m planning on having that book out by Christmas if I can help it.
I’ve also continued to outline Time of Prophecy. I’m not 100% sure I’ll stick with that title but it works for now. I don’t plan on starting the actual writing until after the first of the year. I want to give myself some time to catch up on some other projects and finish outlining. I haven’t even done a poem of the month for some time now.
Any who, time goes on and I struggle to keep my head above water. I just have to hold on until things smooth out a little more. It’s going to be rough, but I know I can do it. Stay wild my friends!
I had a melt down a couple of days ago. It was pretty bad. You see, I suffer from bouts of depression and anxiety. They come and go with irregular frequency. The depression doesn’t last for very long, and I have good coping mechanisms so I don’t take medication. However, my anxieties are growing. The reason why I’m opening up like this is because I feel like I need too. So many people, and myself, have a hard time opening up about the darkness in our heads. I guess there’s a sense of shame because why can’t we be happy like everyone else. This sorta leads me up to my melt down.
I have never really been a healthy person. The only time I was was while I served in the military and even then, it wasn’t 100% healthy. I have some medical issues that have caused me to put on an unhealthy amount of weight and quitting smoking has also caused me to put on some pounds. My mental issues are exasperated by my weight issues and my weight issues are exasperated by my mental issues. See my problem here?
My only saving grace is my husband. Honestly, I don’t think I could have pulled myself out of the black whole of self-doubt if it wasn’t for him. He has seen me at my best and at my worst. We are trying to have a baby but have run into complications. Fertility medication hasn’t worked and now the doctors are going to see if all my parts are working right. I, however, believe that my weight is a major issue, so I have begun steps to remedy that.
I’m hoping that as I fix my body physically, my mind and perhaps my soul, will also pull themselves back together. It is an awful feeling, hating everything about yourself. I struggle to find one thing that I like about myself everyday. Sometimes it’s a physical thing, sometimes it’s something much deeper. I know talking about my troubles helps tremendously but more often than not, I choose to suffer in silence because I hate to be a burden on anyone. My husband tells me that I’m not, so I’ll have to take his word for it.
For any of you who are also suffering (civilian or veteran) please find someone that you feel like you can talk to without fear. Hell, message me and I’ll be your shoulder.
Until next time, my peoples!