I woke up this morning to subtle rain, not the sort that wakes you in the beautiful way an early morning downpour would. It’s a soft rain, not noticeable until I walk over to the window and pull it open. Rain is running over the round bodies of mangoes hanging low on branches, tapping at blades of grass, glistening on the pavement. The birds twitter … Continue reading Rain and My Cluttered Brain
I need to announce to you all that hours after publishing today’s blog post– Messy Cars Anonymous— I parked under a tree. Yes, my car got shat on by a shit ton of birds. I’m appalled that the Universe would question my integrity and true intentions (to keep my car clean) so suddenly and violently. Without a warning. Okay, real adults would know not to … Continue reading The Universe and Sick Jokes
I recently upgraded from a car that was determined to get itself drowned in a canal to a car that I can safely depend on to get me back home from wherever I’ve been. I didn’t want to shell out the blasted money, but it appeared that I was doing so anyway with one mechanical issue after another. So this new car is, well, newer, … Continue reading Messy Cars Anonymous
Real Artists Don’t Starve by Jeff Goins is a book that reimagines the way we view artists, or, I should say, brings us back to an earlier time before the concept of the starving artist was formed. Continue reading Recommended Reading: Real Artists Don’t Starve
So here I am, a mom on a mission, rampaging through my kid’s room with a single-minded determination to put things in order. Let me make clear that I’m notoriously scatter-brained, so single-minded anything is a stretch for me at best. But on this day, and into the future (stupid adulting goals) I’m determined to go through my life with more focus. You know, start … Continue reading The Bookcase Gives Me Anxiety
“This is why I never change bags.” I was packing up some things recently and realized the gravity of my bag obsession when I needed one large box solely for storing my large bags. To clarify, this box didn’t include my handbags or clutches, which I also needed boxes for. Now, I don’t see a problem with my owning this many purses. I love every one … Continue reading I left it in my other purse. This is why I never…!
I want you to know that I am not a planner. As a matter of fact, I hate planning. But when it comes to documenting your trip, some forethought is going to lead to appreciating yourself instead of rolling your eyes at yourself. Continue reading Documenting Your Trip: Have a Focus
The writer at his desk is surrounded by crumpled failed drafts, stacks of newspapers and books. He is disheveled, eccentric, misanthropic. In all honesty, I find the image quite noble. Growing up, I wanted to be that person. I wanted the intense focus; the seclusive nature- the endless quiet, save birds and music. I wanted the frustrations and the breakthroughs, the ring of coffee on … Continue reading 20 Organization Tips for The Messy Writer
I find that a lot of strife is caused by us not accepting that everyone has a unique personality. It isn’t always going to make sense to us, but it will make total sense to them. We can’t talk anyone into genuine change. Genuine change is an internal work. So it’s like this. I keep my aluminum foil in the pantry and my Ziploc sandwich … Continue reading Individuality: Look It Up
I’ve had a problem in my life for a long time now. Well, it’s not really a problem; at least it wouldn’t be if I were wealthy and had oodles of display and storage space. But alas! I am not, and thus I have a problem… I mentioned in a previous post that I’ve always been terrified of becoming addicted to anything. I have a … Continue reading I Like to Feel It In My Hands
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