One of these days, I am going to get back on a writing schedule. I don’t know how but one of these days, I’m going to get back to writing.
Can you believe we’re already at the end of July?
I got a haircut at a professional salon recently. When I got home a few hours later, my mom began to pick at my hair. I shooed her away. “What are you doing?”
I was startled awake by a nightmare three nights ago – bolted upright in bed, hands around my neck, checking for the wetness and blood before exhaling the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
So we’re now 5 months into 2020 and I think you’ll agree with me when I say this, “2020 sucks!”
Almost 3 years ago, I moved into my current home. There were raised beds in the backyard and the front yard was incredibly bare except for a Japanese Maple tree which my mom has threatened to cut it down many times since and I have to keep reminding her that this is my house, not…
Looking at my posts, I can’t believe I haven’t written anything since the end of February. What’s wrong with me?
Here is a conversation I had with my mom last week. I’m trying hard to let go of the conversation because it made me angry how little trust my mom has in me nowadays. So I’m writing it down.
I’ve tried putting off this post for as long as I could and it’s become very bothersome.
In my post, The Alarm in my Dream, I mentioned my sleep had been disruptive that week. Well, two nights prior to that dream, I was woken by two telephone calls by the same person with two different numbers.
About two weeks ago, I was asleep in my bed dreaming about something when all of a sudden, my dream transported me to a shopping center
I am going on a road trip. Yay!
It all started last Saturday when I woke up with a burning sensation in my throat.
I woke up screaming last night. I checked the time – it was 2:10 am. My end of semester nightmares are starting again. Ugh!
I woke up to the noise of snow plow this morning as my neighbor broke out his plow for the first time this winter season.
So, today is Sunday, at least I think it is
Well, I survived my presentation and the first snow storm commute.
So it’s Tuesday. In my head, it feels like Friday.
I was a mile from home when I busted out laughing.
I have a confession: I am a baby when it comes to illnesses and pain.
This day has been a strange day in a surprising and irritating way.
It’s been a long while since I have updated on my piano progress. Almost three months, wow?!
As I told my curious reader in the comments of Is the Universe Working Against Me?, I am going to see a dermatologist today. Well, I went.