Happy Tuesday people. If the blog seems a little all over the place, it’s because it is. I’ve been thinking a lot about writing, and I’ve been doing a lot of writing recently but it hasn’t made it up on the blog. I’ve spent the last few weeks working on my submission for an essay contest. Towards the end, it was feeling overworked and pointless. Time to wrap it up and submit it already. I’ve also been doing a lot of planning and brainstorming and will have some additions to the blog coming your way over the next few weeks. That’s once long explanation for why you’re getting a glimpse of all the random things swirling in my head over the last few days instead of a cohesive post.
I can hear you!
I was in the grocery store and overheard several harried and tense phone conversations.
“I can’t hear you when you whisper. Call me back when you’re ready to talk in a normal voice!”
Different conversation:
“Fine. Fine. Fine. I’ll take care of it myself. I always take care of it myself!”
I was in a great mood after having a day of yoga and meeting Kevin in the city for lunch and some shopping. I was feeling relaxed and happy and ready for the weekend. Hearing these conversations made me 1) Want to reach out and touch their shoulder and say, It’s going to be okay. How creepy would that be? 2) Bummed out – why can’t we all just be happy? 3) A little annoyed – you’re negative energy is bubbling over into my realm of happiness. Get. It. Out.
It was a good reminder that when you’re talking on phone in a public place everyone around you can hear you.
What is happening??!?!!?
To my eyelids? The crease is so deep in my eyelids that one of my hairs actually got stuck in there, and I had to go in and excavate it out. There has to be another explanation besides puffy and old. I think it must be global warming.
Why so crafty?
I was at a great little outdoor market this weekend with jewelry and houseware vendors. I found some items for Kevin’s office which I am in the process of helping him spruce up. But I also got this feeling of I’m over it as I was walking around the very merchandised displays. Everything felt so quirky and clever. And I’m losing interest. Using a bowling pin as a bookend. An old typwriter as a doorstop. Old keys in a jar. Flash cards as wall art. I don’t like my clever served up with a heaping side of quirky. I like the puzzle of finding something I love and not having any idea what to do with it and then coming up with the solution. Everything is feeling so over crafted. I think I’m just feeling a little put out because my own personal style is now popular. And I don’t like popular. But I don’t really know what’s next…
Confession
About once a day I eat a spoon of Nutella straight from the jar.
And that’s what it’s like to spend a few hours in my head…
Anything but the wreath I hope:) Guessing keys.
In all fairness the wreath was in the ladies room….but still pretty bad. They could definitely use a little updating around there. I’m giving Kev’s office a little make over and it looks so much better.