I meet twice a month with a small group of ladies and we eat and write. Oh, there’s a lot more to it than that, but I’ll cover at a later time. At our last meeting it was suggested that we select a word for the week and keep a log of when the word is brought to mind — through conversation, thoughts, other visuals, etc — to help us be aware of what is around us. Although I haven’t yet decided on my word for the week, I had previously selected a word for the year which was “change”.
Boy, let me tell you … that might not have been the right word to choose !!!! Continue reading
A far better way is to have your own private tantrum and be as loud as you want and beat that pillow, mattress, bean bag, etc until our “steam” fully escapes and we no longer see red. So, today is one of those days when every turn brings another frustration despite all my affirmations to the contrary. Almost every phone call and email at work is another straw added and I would love to erupt right now. I can’t go anywhere right now and just scream as the neighborhood would think I was being killed and send the cops (or at least I hope they would).
