Blocked

I’m perched in a cozy chair on the deck staring out at the creek, dressed in three layers and comfortably tapping away at my keyboard while the sun dips behind the trees. The only sounds I hear are Rocco’s heavy breathing at my feet and the hum of lawnmowers in the distance. Fall is definitely in the air here in Michigan and I couldn’t be happier about it.

I have a million blog posts in my head, but for the first time in a long time am suffering from genuine writer’s block. I have things I want to share, say … but I just can’t seem to make sense of them. I can’t put pen to paper; I can’t string sentences together … I feel paralyzed. Continue reading “Blocked”

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LIVE YOUR DREAMS

Today’s post by Kate about going “unplugged” and not feeling like blogging much lately really hit home, as I, too, have been struggling with an overall feeling of just wanting to live vs. document what I’m living, so to speak.

Her post also reminded me of the message from this image (above). You’ve probably seen it floating around the interwebs, so forgive me for inundating you with it yet again — but I just love it and think it’s worth repeating.

Continue reading “LIVE YOUR DREAMS”

My Therapy

Though I was an early talker (are you surprised?!) and still love to talk, writing has always been the most therapeutic form of self-help for me.

I began journaling in fifth grade, chronicling nearly every day of my life — and I haven’t stopped since.

Traveling with me from my childhood bedroom in Vernon, NJ …  to my dorm room at American University in our nation’s capital … to my first apartment (and subsequent apartments!) … to my first home have been the two dozen or so spiral-bound notebooks filled to the brim with words and experiences, etched forever in varying handwriting styles and a wide array of ink colors.

I’ve been both lovingly teased for my “chronicles” and admired for my commitment to journaling … but I don’t do it for laughs or praises; I do it because it’s what works for me — and because I love the idea of a living, breathing biography … Continue reading “My Therapy”