I had a plan. I told you what I was going to write about today. I had 11 pages of notes on said blog post. But then, Mercury. Yes, really. Here is my running list of mishaps from the past 36 hours: 1. Work on Friday was abnormally stressful. 2. I left all 11 pages…
Archives for March 2018
Mercury and Me
Remember my last Look At The Stars post? I wrote about Pisces season a bit? Well, we are done surfing those emotional Piscean waves. Aries season began early this week and was the start of the new astrological year. Aries is the first sign of the zodiac– it’s the leader, the trailblazer, and is all…
Thank You! And,
Yesterday’s post is still spreading through the inter webs; so, I don’t have big plans to provoke your thoughts today. I do have to say that I have been writing a whole bunch of advice to some pretty fantastic people. As I’m not writing a new post today, this would be a great time to…
Being Misunderstood
How often do you feel misunderstood by others? Maybe you’re someone who is all, “I don’t care what people think” so, you don’t mind how you’re perceived. I’d like to think that I don’t care, but it’s just not true. After reaching the level of self-awareness at which I now find myself, it seems that…
On This Day In History
Exactly a year ago, my life got pretty awesome. Today marks one year of employment with my kick-ass nanny family. If you missed out on the post explaining how I started with them, you can find it here. I wasn’t feeling particularly sentimental about it, but then I got to work; and, the girls were…
Full Circle
A few weeks ago, I wrote about one of Adam Rippon’s Olympic performances. Here it is, if you don’t remember. While I was super caught up in the music of the second half of his routine, I mentioned that I recognized the first song from the movie The Theory of Everything. If you’re not familiar…
Look At The Stars Pt. 3
Firstly, happy belated birthday to my mother! She is starting her 65th year with some information about herself that she’s never known. My mom was adopted when she was an infant. It was a closed adoption, and in the fifties– closed meant sealed. She has never had any information about her birth. This also means…
End the Stigma
For the past week or so, I’ve been feeling like a mess. I’ve been withdrawn, I’ve been throwing my money away, I’ve been tired, avoidant, anxious and panic-y, I don’t have an appetite, and I’ve been isolating myself. Honestly, I’ve even been thinking about how I’ve had a good run, and I could just call…
