Much

So much that needs to be done. A long, laborious list awaits, but I feel much too achy and tired to do any of it. Perhaps tomorrow.

Someday

There is a post I want to write today, but with the sun is shining, I’m wearing new shoes and I’ve had a little bit of of space; and that’s enough to make me put it off for another day. I’d like to say “this too shall pass”, but in my 42 years, it never has.

3-9

Cynical celebrated his 39th birthday today. He’s feeling old. I’m feeling grateful to share a life with him. Inside the box is a juicer, but I like to think of it as a metaphor. . . who knows what lurks inside the box of his 39th year.

Sunday

I am tired, so tired. The house is so very quiet.

Home

A morning of errand running, an afternoon of movies. A cold day at home, it felt so good to be home.

On

Work-related travel wears me out, particularly when I travel with a co-worker or boss and the days run long. Today’s schedule allowed me about an hour on my own, and I found great peace in not being “on” for those 60 minutes. I may have bought hot tea. I may have visited a local fiber shop. I may have perused a bookstore and come home with an autographed Bobbie Ann Mason book. . . that hour was full.

Rest

I was never meant to wear heels all day long. I was never meant for this life, I tell you.

Sleep

A long drive. An early morning tomorrow. Hoping for a good night’s sleep, even though I’d prefer my own bed.

Road

I’m hitting the road tomorrow for a series of work-related meetings and such. I’m packed, but I’m not ready if you know what I mean.

Enough

There are these times, you know, these times where I am filled with doubt, doubt on every level and about everything. And that doubt makes me wonder if I’ll ever be enough.

Smart enough.

Pretty enough.

Strong enough.

Witty enough.

Cool enough.

Creative enough.

Funny enough.

Social enough.

Mainstream enough.

Unique enough.

Loved enough.

Loving enough.

Special enough.

In my head, the answer is a resounding “No.”