Writing Calms the Qualm

Sometimes I want to just be free of responsibilities, duties, obligations, and worries. I want to feel light and airy, I want to be a souffle. I want to rise every day and be free to meditate, simmer and stew in my own thoughts and daydreams. I get my best ideas from my daydreams. Remember that … Continue reading Writing Calms the Qualm

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Crowing Achievement, I want…

I don't want this to be the end. I don't even want this to be the ne plus ultra of my ability. So here I am bearing my deepest want. Here I am paint-stripper scraping the basement of my soul and telling you, the reading world, what I want. I don't want. I don't want … Continue reading Crowing Achievement, I want…

Inside My Head, a Maze

From the moment that I wake to the second that I fall asleep, I have traversed the corners of my mind and lost myself in its maze. Much like my grand and well-planned ideas, I try to begin with some pattern of order. For example, I had a dream that instantly gave me the idea … Continue reading Inside My Head, a Maze

Hope fails if temporary

I recently suffered a setback.  Knowing better, but feeling mortal, I got my hopes up on an endeavor that I considered the perfect opportunity for me.  For a little over a week, I sweetly suffered through daydreams. Decor. Quotes. Dreams of desktop adorableness and rewarding work. Then, as if sharing the punishment of Prometheus, my … Continue reading Hope fails if temporary

Bitter then Sweet

What happened to the 'r'? How did pretty become petty? Social media negativity is as bitter as Denatonium, the stuff used to prevent ingesting poisons. But that is just what we do. We ingest the poisonous posts and we like the petty. We sit with our snacks and we phone a friend with the new … Continue reading Bitter then Sweet

Life’s Mixtape: The B Side

I am a dreamer. My memories are like a cassette tape. LIFE'S MIXTAPE. Side A being the truth, and Side B being the dream. Eventually, the tape gets worn and I can't tell the difference between the sides. I no longer mind the warping tune that emits from the dream. I accept my ability to … Continue reading Life’s Mixtape: The B Side