Tag: stress

  • Wednesday wonderings

    Only the seventh time I’ve written this month, which means I’m way behind in life in general. On my second course of antibiotics for the old friend who plagued me for most of my childhood years- strep, my nemesis. Even with tonsils out and a recent case, it found me again. I searched for which…

  • Canon in G

    Canon in G

    Another busy weekend full of laundry and birthday parties, running kids between activities while trying to get things checked off my own list. Then something strange happened today. For some reason, the space between my ears that usually tells me to pick up the pace said no- it’s okay. Today is to relax and breathe…

  • Friday night delight?

    Friday night delight?

    I should have know when I woke up to a dark house. At first, I was confused, then I realized the howling wind and the bathroom night light being out were possibly related. Immediately, I went to the source of the most UpToDate information- the town Facebook page. Turns out, it wasn’t just leaving my…

  • Friday night delight?

    Friday night delight?

    I should have know when I woke up to a dark house. At first, I was confused, then I realized the howling wind and the bathroom night light being out were possibly related. Immediately, I went to the source of the most UpToDate information- the town Facebook page. Turns out, it wasn’t just leaving my…

  • Renewed

    Tick, tick, tick The internal wind-up clock never stops Tock, tock, tock. Not enough time I look for extra moments In the day Finding none, I ration my breath As I rush from a to b Then c to d, And e to f, Holding it miserly, Like the gold it is Some days, I…

  • Renewed

    Tick, tick, tick The internal wind-up clock never stops Tock, tock, tock. Not enough time I look for extra moments In the day Finding none, I ration my breath As I rush from a to b Then c to d, And e to f, Holding it miserly, Like the gold it is Some days, I…

  • Two week wrap up

    Two week wrap up

    For the first time in well over a year, my folder for the month is almost empty. This is only the third time this month when I’ve sat down to spill my thoughts into the virtual page. My brain and soul have been almost too heavy, like the feeling you get when you’re too full…

  • Two week wrap up

    Two week wrap up

    For the first time in well over a year, my folder for the month is almost empty. This is only the third time this month when I’ve sat down to spill my thoughts into the virtual page. My brain and soul have been almost too heavy, like the feeling you get when you’re too full…

  • Recovery

    Recovery

    It’s been awhile since I sat down to explore myself and my reactions to the world. It’s not because I had no emotions, or found the world to be an unending paradise, but the opposite. I’ve lived in a House of Strep, which felt like a burden of unbearable proportions. But we bore it, somehow.…

  • Tgif

    Tgif

    I haven’t been as good at posting everyday lately. It seems time has sped up on me again, stealing the breath from my chest as it runs away, like a mugger with a purse, while I look on helplessly. I cling to the edges of the day, waking at one, then two, then three, thinking…