And then I’d invite you to curl up on the couch with me while we have some soothing music in the background to help reduce my current sense of ire. Continue reading
I don’t feel particularly wise this Wednesday. I’m feeling my stress particularly hard today. I shouldn’t be, but I am. It’s definitely a day for tea, so as soon as I can, I’m going to brew me a nice cuppa.
In a lot of ways, that’s what this blog was originally for: releasing my stress, metaphorically (and often literally) over a cup of tea. I wanted to discuss the situations where tea was a boon to my day, saving me from my own stress and worry.
When I began writing this, the ball had just dropped, and my neighbors were popping fireworks like mad. My roommate had just come home from her New Year’s Eve celebrations, and I was wearing the adorable pink nightgown my mother bought me for Christmas, all comfy tucked into bed… which called my name so that I didn’t finish until the rest of my January 1st was mostly over.
2016 is officially over, and I feel like a weight has been lifted! I know it’s a silly superstitious thing of mine: I always believe that how I spend my New Year’s will have some indication of the coming year. This year is no different. Believe me, I had a great New Year’s Eve! I just celebrated earlier in the day with an unexpected person, and our conversation has made me a bit introspective, but also very excited about the possibilities of the future.
And while I know I should be writing some wonderful piece about how this new year, 2017 is going to be the best year yet, and give you all the tips and tricks of how to win 2017, life is learned backwards. We only learn by reflecting on our past experiences, and that’s exactly what I want to do.
But, all that stuff about 2017 being the best year yet, I do actually think that’s true…
So. It’s two days until Christmas. I woke up this morning, excited! Yesterday, they told me that the other guy’s insurance was gonna cover the rental car, my email showed me that Sense 8 Season 2 is finally about to start (and there is a Christmas episode uploaded now!!), and Goodreads Guy graced me with an email and a naughty photo…
Haven’t heard from him in quite a while, and didn’t expect to hear from him ever again, to be honest.
And yet, there he was. In my email, saying he was “just thinking about [me].”
This weekend, if we were talking over our frappuccinos (it’s still too hot in Texas for hot coffee), I’d tell you that things are up and down all over the place in my little realm of the world! On the upside, I’m still talking to the Gym Guy (I want to think reader Rowena for that nickname). He seems genuinely sweet, and while there are some concerns, I’m still reserving final judgment until we’ve actually met face to face.
Seems only fair… Continue reading
Well, I’m getting closer to being back on schedule, but I missed the weekend Coffee Share. Having a Three Day weekend makes it extremely difficult to tell what day it is. I woke up this morning thinking it was Sunday, but it’s not. It’s Monday. Labor Day.
I was supposed to go to my mother’s house this weekend to visit. I had been looking forward to it actually, especially because I haven’t been to a Lake Buchanan VFD Labor Day Barbecue in a longish while! I miss the barbecue from back home because they use a different wood, or a different technique. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s better!
I still haven’t found a place that has what I would call good barbecue since I’ve been to Houston, and that is (to a Texan girl) kind of a big deal. Continue reading
This week, if we were talking over coffee, I’d tell you that nostalgia has been a major theme in my life of late. Well… if I’m honest, I’ve been going through a great deal of retrospection since the Pirate and I parted ways. Not out of any regret for the way things ended with the Pirate (though it isn’t the way I would have wanted it), but because I was blinded by exactly how many similarities there were with that situation and some of the ones from the past.
Most notably the Boy, but, as we’ve already discussed, it’s the differences in that situation that made the biggest difference to me.
I also feel that I’ve made progress as a human being simply because I was able to walk away with half the self-conflict than I felt during the situation with the Boy.
I suppose it’s that progress, along with the other personal struggles going on right now that have me feeling so nostalgic.