Trying to fight those meh Sunday vibes by remembering that I am empowered to make the choice to go to work in the morning, and by making that choice I will own it and be the best version of me that I can be, whether or not it is appreciated by other people. I am…
Everyone is bringing flowers. I don’t have enough vases to put them in. Do they think I’m made of vases? How dare they make me responsible for not allowing another thing to die?
cityofheavenlydevices: the-angry-walnut-fairy: owlsofstarlight: owlsofstarlight: In case anyone wants some perspective on how utterly random triggers can be. I haven’t lived in a house with a garage door in four-ish years. Right now at this moment, I honestly can’t recall what they sound like, except something metallic moving and rather clanky. There was one on tv.…
I had a dream we were going for a walk in the park because that is what he enjoyed doing. I don’t know if that is really true. He might have hated walking. They wanted me to come on the walk. Mother, my niece, my nephews. The kids saw it as a nice trip out.…
I am currently halfway through a trip to Stockholm so I thought instead of just posting bits and bobs on Twitter, I would write some posts for my blog, and what better time to start than when I’m drunk in a hotel room eating chocolate?
I feel the same way about people liking me and wanting to spend time with me as I do about people speaking in Swedish: I accept it, I love it, but I don’t really understand it.
The weather in Stockholm is so changeable I can’t rely on anything here so I must change too I don’t even speak half the language. The city centre rain waits until I reach my room before it pours out its promises It brightens as it dries, brightens after it has tried, brightens after it has…
I can’t let go because it isn’t over I can’t let go of something that is determined to stick around. and if it has formed part of my identity that is nothing to be ashamed of that is nothing to be concerned about that is nothing to be fixed or talked out of that is…