Would anyone be interested in doing a spanish letter exchange? Used to speak, but haven’t in years. I am admittedly rusty on da skillz. But I want to start getting better.
Made it through work and didn’t curl up in a ball. I call that a win.
I’m just worn out. Have a lot on my mind. I need to run.
Just realized I am moving in ten days. So I should probably start packing.
I am on a full blown struggle bus today. Allergies and a cold and annoying coworkers are really getting to me.
"Give grace" will be the mantra that gets me through the day.
How have I lived without watching lion king?
Because that was phenomenal.
Just two basset hounds hanging out.
And an atticus patrolling in the background.
I have a learning disability most people have never heard of (dysgraphia). The most basic explanation is that the wire between my brain and my hand has been frayed. I can visualize how to form my letters and what they should look like, but when physically writing I have to think through how to shape them. Essentially I write slow. Realllllly slow. Incredibly methodical.
But when you sigh dramatically in the middle of an all staff meeting and exclaim “could you be any slower”….
That’s just rude. Learning disability or not.
Tonight my workout is mopping and scrubbing the kitchen. I’m pretty okay with this.
This is my confession that I am secretly addicted to cheddar jalapeno cheetos. Even though they give me heartburn and weird burps.
…that I then blame on the dogs. ..
I told Rasputin we could never break up because then I would have to load things to listen to while running onto my ipod myself.
And I just can’t handle that responsibility.
"Aren’t we all waiting to be read by someone, praying that they’ll tell us that we make sense?"
I literally cringe when it is time to comb my hair.
So long. So thick. So curly.
Part of getting ready to move meant selling out saltwater aquarium. I knew it was coming.
But I am crying nonetheless. I love those fishies.
Making banana bread at midnight because anxiety is high and Rasputin knows baking soothes me.
I haven’t said much about Robin Williams. But his passing gave voice to the constant and ever pressing fear I live with on a daily basis that my own very mentally ill (bi polar) father may one day end his life.
The thought is crippling.