“It’s all just a bunch of wooshit.”
Call me the anti Card Reading Card Reader.
It’s all a bunch of wooshit. Isn’t it? Is it? Does anyone really want to know the future? Know the truth? Really? And by the way, sometimes a cigar really is just a cigar. Continue reading “Confessions Of A Reluctant Card Reader.”
I had never been the “pretty girl”. Goofy maybe. A space cadet. Lazy, slow, a daydreamer, unmotivated and all the other cliché names that go along with ADHD. I remember the day I took this picture. I remember looking at it. I’m not a 15 year old selfie snapper nor do I have an insatiable need to put myself out there. Introverted and hesitant I’m more at home behind a camera than in front of one, but this sight. This sight of myself stripped bare with no make up at age 50 plus. I didn’t flinch. I wasn’t repulsed. I noticed the lines around my eyes. I didn’t wish away the years. I merely thought to myself, “this must be how God sees me.” And then I cried. Because of course this is how God sees me. Perfect.
Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. Not Even.
An outlet for a brain that refuses to stop rambling, even at night, even asleep, my techno colored psychedelic dreams I could write a book on them alone. Attention Deficit Disorder. It’s my brains attempt to never ever be bored, to never be still.
I’m up early. My brain has already had nearly a dozen contemplative in-depth conversations with itself in the past half hour Continue reading “ᎥᏒᏒᎬᏞᎬᏉᎪᏁᏆ bᏞᎾᎶᎶᎥᏁᎶ.”
Because I have ADHD. I can, and could, really just leave it at that.
March, 1 2018 6:00 am
I’ve gone from a just another lady with a deck of cards to sheer irrelevance. I still have the cards. I never part with the cards. All interests, no matter how passionate they begin, wane. I should have known. How could I have not have known? Continue reading “Irrelevant. How the Doorway now becomes a Most Irrelevant Adventure in Blogging.”
Not enough credence seems to be given to gratitude, it’s such a simple thing I think it just gets overlooked. I wake up some mornings overflowing with joy, then I check my bank account and surely it’s not coming from there! Continue reading “Just Gratitude”
Figure this out, this month has been a complete fog. Maybe it’s the cold, or post holiday blues, I just can’t put my finger on it. I’ve been thinking about my mom, she passed in January two years ago and oddly I wasn’t so melancholy about it last year on the first anniversary of her death. Continue reading “Perplexity”
broken pieces of glass on the floor, still salvageable
pick the big pieces up but some are so fine, little pieces of shard, pieces like dust, they just blow away into anywhere gone missing Continue reading “Kintsugi”