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. …
don’t look at me
from behind your screen
don’t yell at me
from behind your keys
stand with me in the sun
let’s share a moment
before you spill your coffee
on my dress
and ruin it forever
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
Though surreal
Appears mostly thick, wet
Yet flowing
Just above
Overworked bends and sways of
Gooey, thick mildewed tissue-
Creating
And forgetting
Each new swoosh
With the previous paint brush.
Well, other than the reality in which
It shines,
Of course.
Makes for insensible
Conversation with
With oneself, daily
And
Futile with
Most others
Even when perched quaintly in
A high-end, sharp corner-
With
Long sleeves
Each misshapen Cumbersome fork and spoon.
A distorted placement
Of anger
Briefly shaded in grey,
Birthed
From grunts
Ending quickly
In high pitched vibration
making even
The littlest of…
I always thought
You were absurd
I never thought
You were wrong
I rolled my tired eyes
Back inside of my head
-felt your insides
Find mine right along
I knew you were absurd
But never thought
You were wrong
One night
I sat in my room
alone
staring blindly
blankly
at the electric screen
(or boob tube in jest).
It yelled
moaned
and yah-yah’d
all (well) over
my head.
I heard it all
without listening,
preoccupied
With muscles
which
ached and stabbed
wherever
they saw fit.
My insides;
they screamed.
No wonder I
couldn’t
hear
the television.
Hindsight, as they say-
is twenty-twenty.
If standing still
Was
Equivalent
To free falling
Through a
Trap door
In the late
Evening hours
Inside
The most haunted
Of
All skyscrapers
Rampant with
Malnutrition-ed
And
Misunder-stood
Spirit
Of
The
Dead
Who have yet
To settle their scores
Among the living
:then
My application
To mime school
Would be honored
By each; every
School
Of, well, mime
From here
To
Eternity
Persuaded by
Collegiate-s
Of the highest
Degree
:then
Recruited by
A botanical family; of course
For the
Boys with guns
To instruct
The secret-est
Of all
Services
On how
To fool
Even the Most
:intuitive
With nothing but
The art
Of
Standing
Still.
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.