I’m having one of those days. I’m just managing to hang on. By a thread.
Here’s to everyone else out there who is doing the same. We are not alone. You aren’t; and I’m not either.
We’re going to make it through this minute, this hour, this day. Tomorrow will dawn and the fog will have lifted.
And if doesn’t lift by tomorrow, it will the next day, or the next. But it will. I’m not alone. You’re not alone. I’m here with you. And there are others too. Many others. Some, like The Belle Jar, who think they might not make it, but who hang in there with the pain and somehow make it through.
Hangin’ by a thread, and hangin’ on. With you. We have each other. Things are looking up already even in the eye of the storm…
I adore walking early on spring mornings. The air is fresh and crisp. The world is full of promise. Anything and everything seems possible. It’s gorgeous and glorious.
According to a happiness test I once took, I score highly on the “happiness scale.”
But I don’t often feel happiness. Rather, I frequently feel joy, which for me is a different and deeper emotion, and which can be evoked by the simplest everyday things.
There are countless notes in my continuing ode to joy; here are 10 of them: Read More…
BUT, this one replaces the one I just started a few weeks ago, because that one became the “mother” site for everything I do (check it out!).
Like Buttermilk the baby goat in the video below (guaranteed to make you LOL), I think spring is making me creative, exuberant and in the mood to jump for joy.
ANYWAY, I needed ANOTHER new personal blog to replace the one that became pregnant and gave birth to a whole litter of hopping new “sites,” of which this is one. It is my personal blog: CrackerJacks (more about CrackerJacks here).
I wanted to launch CrackerJacks with something joyful. My friend @Kamyar synchronistically sent me Buttermilk’s gloriously joyful jumping video. It’s perfect:
Answer: Many of them are in my backyard, much to my joy and delight.
Weeks ago, on my early morning walks, I heard cardinals sing as I sauntered down Sherbrooke street, especially around Anne’s house, in which I now sit tapping away on today’s prompt (i.e. “spring fever”). Read More…
Be crazy. Try new things. Try new thinks.
Dance naked. Dance clothed. Dance around in circles. Dance with yourself. Dance in groups. Dance in pairs. Dance inside and out. Dance randomly. Wherever. Whenever. Why-ever. Woot!
Do it. Do it. Do it. Do. It. Life is short. Colourize your world!
P.S. Purple streaks by Colour.Bug, which also comes in #PINK, coral and neon green 🙂
Note: At the start of our weekly writing group meetings, we do a five-minute warm-up exercise based on a prompt. The prompt for this one was “I hated it because it was new.”
Ah. No. That’s a lie. Now that I think of it, there’s at least one thing: new car smell.