Recalculating

Recently I’ve felt some desperation about my destination.
“Are we there yet?”
“He pinched me.”
“How many more miles before we get there?”
“I’m hungry.”

Recently I’ve felt some desperation about my destination.
“Are we there yet?”
“He pinched me.”
“How many more miles before we get there?”
“I’m hungry.”

Today was Day One of a new workout program… but before I could begin my workout, I spent 15 minutes clearing a space in what is supposedly a dedicated “workout room”.
Next on my agenda was to do a little writing…. but my laptop battery was dead. I pulled out an extra laptop that belongs to an organization I work for, and… I couldn’t find my mouse.
Are you seeing a pattern yet?

I haven’t written for a while.
I debated on whether to admit that.
If you follow my blog, then it’s obvious. (And you’re thinking “Duh!”) If you do NOT follow my blog, then you’re a stranger and I have just admitted I’m less than perfect. Disorganized. Not truly committed.
Or perhaps I’m not that different from you.
Perhaps I’m simply afraid.

Once upon a time, I had a very bad day. A terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
The worst day of my life.
I can think of a few other bad days. Some were terrible. Some were horrible. Some were no good.
But that day was the worst.
And — unfortunately — it was Easter.

“A town or family splintered by feuding will fall apart.” ~ Matthew 12:25 (NLT) About a year and a half ago, I stumbled upon a group of midlife bloggers. I think it was on Twitter. Or perhaps Facebook. I don’t remember. What I do remember is how exciting it was to connect — if only […]