Lately the struggle has been real. Every day I tell myself all the things I want to do and instead, I focus on one. My business.
Considering my entire business is about balance, you’d think I’d have a better grip on the work/life balance thing by now.
Truth is, I don’t have motivation for much else. Everything else seems like such a chore. Even going for a facial is a chore for me because it takes me away from what I want to be doing, working.
And yes, I know how ridiculous those last two sentences are. I’m not boasting…
I love this logo because it makes me look like a tough girl. Don’t get me wrong, I have more “sass” than “frass” sometimes. However, most of the time I am questioning everything I do in most moments the majority of days.
Often I don’t feel good about how much I do or how well I do it. When I speak sometimes I literally feel I’m speaking in tongues and everyone around me is just nodding and smiling because that’s what people do when you’re a little whacky and they’re a little polite.
Truth is, some days I feel tough…
Did you know those of us with ADHD, ADD can experience hyperfocus? You hear ADD and think distractibility. But, as ADDitude writes: Hyperfocus, a common — but confusing — symptom of ADHD, is the ability to zero in intensely on an interesting project or activity for hours at a time. It is the opposite of distractibility, and it is common among both children and adults with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder.
And yes, I know this gift well. I do see it as a gift because when I’m focused you can’t break my attention from my goal. However, when I need…
A little over a year ago I had a burning sensation in my chest unrelated to over-consumption of pizza or french fries. No, this sensation was one of passion to create, to grow and to share whatever I produce from the depths of my heart and soul with the world.
Yikes, just writing that sounds scary as hell.
At the time I had preferred that burning in my chest to be the pizza because I just didn’t know what steps to take toward a new path in life. …
Skinny ankles big mouth know it all warm as apple pie.
Eyebrow raising talking smack wake up light as a feather.
Powerhouse firecracker throat punch with no sense nonsense.
Catches sun in stardust feet on the ground head in the clouds.
In and out over and over with him her and them gluten free and wild; boho.
And then some.
The splatter in my brain
Appears mostly thick, wet
Overworked bends and sways of
Gooey, thick mildewed tissue-
Each new swoosh
With the previous paint brush.
Well, other than the reality in which
Makes for insensible
With oneself, daily
Even when perched quaintly in
A high-end, sharp corner-
Each misshapen Cumbersome fork and spoon.
A distorted placement
Briefly shaded in grey,
In high pitched vibration
The littlest of…
I sat in my room
at the electric screen
(or boob tube in jest).
all (well) over
I heard it all
ached and stabbed
they saw fit.
No wonder I
Hindsight, as they say-
If standing still
To free falling
In the late
The most haunted
Who have yet
To settle their scores
Among the living
To mime school
Would be honored
By each; every
Of, well, mime
Of the highest
A botanical family; of course
Boys with guns
Even the Most
With nothing but
Explorer of all things exciting and dull, in love with any form of expression, and excited by new ideas to write for me in hopes to connect with others.