Tag: grief

Honestly, I Wanna Be Brave

I think a lot of times, we believe we are stuck when we need that weird push. Or maybe that is just me. That is how the pandemic had me feeling. I felt like I was stuck, and no matter what I tried to accomplish or what job I applied for, my destiny would end up being retail. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with it, but if you’ve ever worked retail, you might know what my enthusiasm to go back is lacking currently. For a while, I felt like nothing was going to change. Every writing job I applied for either turned out to be a scam; please be careful on Indeed, or I would never hear back from them.

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Don’t wake me up if I’m dreaming

Upon waking up for work this morning I immediately wished I was still asleep. It wasn’t until I got to work that I thought of the old theme song to California Dreams. Particularly the lyric I chose to use as my title on this post. I have slept horribly all week. I haven’t gotten a whole 7+ hours of sleep since this weekend. So to say I’ve been dragging and relying on coffee is the understatement of my week. This morning though I went back to sleep. My body clearly needed the rest, but I think my brain did too.

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Like the song says, I get by with a little help from my friends

I took an impromptu break from writing.  This wasn’t even remotely planned, but I’ve been trying to do things to take my mind off of losing my fur baby.  That hasn’t really worked if I’m being honest.  Continue reading “Like the song says, I get by with a little help from my friends” →

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I’m stuck with a permanent case of the Mondays

Monday supposedly suck. Society conditions us to think this at an early age. Our school week starts on Monday. Most work weeks start on Monday. They tell us that to cherish weekends and monopolize our weekends with plans we cannot fathom making during the week. All my Mondays this year have sucked so far. I feel like I’ve had this cloud following me around that releases a few droplets here and there during the week and, then, Monday comes and the lightning strikes, and I can hear the rumbling of thunder in the background just before the downfall. It’s never a few drops here and there on Monday.

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Love always lives within and radiates out

Sixty-two years. For some people that’s a lifetime in and of its own, but for others that number symbolizes the last anniversary they were able to spend with their spouse. That’s the kind of love that everyone in their life wants, but so few of us rarely achieve. Continue reading “Love always lives within and radiates out” →

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Today is your birthday

Today would have been your thirty-third birthday. This makes me think back to our last conversation we ever had. I often think back to that conversation. I was about to turn nineteen and I remember we were talking about palm pilots of all things. Continue reading “Today is your birthday” →

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