January. It’s pretty much a never-ending Monday, really. Following the excitement and busyness and stress of the holidays, I always expect I’m going to be super chill and find inner peace or some magical shit when January hits. I should know by now that never happens. With the month half-gone, I feel weighed down with… Continue reading the blahs of january
I felt certain I’d have done anything to make time move faster.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to slow time down, now.
Let me tell you a little something about ten pounds, random person who doesn’t know me but thinks I need to lose weight because I am a female on social media.
With our boots on and jackets zipped, I ran down the hall to pour coffee into my travel mug and that’s when I saw it: the empty Pepsi bottle sitting next to the sink.
Bag by bag, item by item, I took more than half of the toys in my son’s room into the hallway before loading them in my car and donating them to a local centre.
