You have a name and if I speak it 3 times you might appear. But that’s not where I want you to be because you exist in the only place where you…
Sacred Blemishes
I’m having a hard time which means a massive breakthrough is in the horizons. Like the kind where the angels come down from the clouds with the bells and trumpets. I’ve been…
Today my hair taught me more about intuition than any book or plot twist ever did. The day started like any other. I woke up later than I intended which was fine.…
Babies, engagements, promotions – oh my! It seems like everywhere I turn, someone is knocked up with offspring – gleefully blissful in their accomplishment to produce a new life, proof that their…
Here I am writing about my fears. If you follow me on Facebook then you know that yesterday was my flight back from Los Angeles CA. I’ll talk about that trip another…
First a heads up, there will be bad words in this post. If you get easily offended, hello we haven’t met! I have 3 bitches living in my head. Some people talk…
It’s taken a while to understand why I am the way I am. Maybe its childhood trauma. Maybe its adulthood drama. Maybe its celestial. As an only child who was born under…
When I was younger I became infatuated with Venice, Italy. The canals, gondolas, waterside buildings – it was just so awesome-looking. What’s not to love about it? When you’re young and impressionable,…
If you have to ask why, you won’t “get” it. Back in April I took a cross country road trip from Roselle, NJ to West Los Angeles, CA. I was met with countless confused faces.
There is an awkward moment, when my mind settles in on what my inner critic convinces it is reality. I know better but during moments of weakness, my poor mind is susceptible to abuse. I can’t help it. I do try though to not let my mind fall into that trap.
How does one determine the difference between improving on something and just plain self-sabotaging for the sake of living up to some warped self-fulfilling prophecy? I don’t get distracted easily but my butterfly is definitely there and incognito with her metamorphosis self.
I always envisioned that my version of “smashing into a tree” would be medically related. Something where I’d be inflicted with some preventable disease, as my body’s way of retaliating against my…
Not quite my use of the word battle on a post-memorial day but whatever. I took a pill at 9:3opm in an attempt to call it an early night. For me early is 11pm and well hey, it’s 11pm-ish now.
So what did I do during this 90 minute transitional coma?
Sitting at a Starbucks, my 2nd and 3rd home, I look around at all the people passing by, in their short sleeves and “Thank God it’s Spring” smile, and it hits me: finding my voice and maintaining it are two entirely separate beasts.