My Scattered Steps For a Good 2017

I feel electric right now. And sleepy. Strange combination. You obviously survived the deluge of fireworks from exuberant partiers if you are reading this. Oh My Gawd I love the neighborhood I live in. Let me tell you, those are some happy people. I do feel bad for the pets and folks who were scared. But wow! So much excitement was exploding in the ice cold sky in bright lights on New Year’s Eve.

Time to lay out the steps for a good new year. Here we go.

Step 1:

There will be no New Year’s Resolutions (NYR.) I haven’t done NYR’s in awhile. That would be farcical, being I’ve never been able to stick to any kind of big change let alone a diet. Shhhhh. Don’t tell life that, it keeps changing and I don’t want it to lose faith in me. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve tried to change. And yet, magically, not only do I not get the results I’m looking for, but it never changes who I am. You know the drill: you can’t run from yourself.

Step 2:

Get out of bed on time.

Step 3:

Stare at schedule every day for five minutes, as it’s changed AGAIN. Life, we need to talk. How’s a girl supposed to get anything done if you keep changing? NEWS FLASH: Life isn’t listening. Must adjust.

Step 4:

Get out of bed ON TIME I said. Realize with new responsibilities and schedule changes that I SHOULD have gotten out of bed an hour and forty-five minutes before I did. Oops.

Step 5:

Working and exercising are going to have to be interchangeable. No, self, don’t complain. I know it’s different. Must wait my turn in line for the treadmill and the next episode of The Girlfriend’s Guide to Divorce. Gawd I want to live in one of those houses. So. Bad. Almost done with season two then I’m on to a re-watch of Sense8 to see if I can get into it this time. I’m told the sex is steamy enough to keep my attention. Last time I fell asleep. Perhaps my idea of steamy is different from others. We shall see…

Step 6:

Stop capitalizing things so much. The youngest, Little Bear, told me that I don’t text/message/email right. I’m supposed to use caps and exclamation points more often. Snort. Oh yeah, and no complete sentences. So maybe step six should be: Stop listening to the kid. Or start. I’m flummoxed. Which to choose? I’ll ask Little Bear.

Step 7:

Accept that this is, in fact, a list of resolutions and I just fucked up step one. Go figure.

Step-solution 8:

Do laundry every stinking day. How the hell do you working-outside-of-the-home people get your laundry done? I’m just confused. And who does the house cleaning? Where is my house elf? Dobbie, oh Dobbie, wherefore art thou? Yes, I’m good with his ghost.

Step-solution 9:

Gosh. It stings to realize I’ve succumbed to societal dictates. Psh. Okay. FINE. Resolution 9:

I must get back to taking care of book club stuff. Currently running two book clubs, and I’m sadly behind in my reading. Read The Girl With All The Gifts twice already, currently doing a summary to find questions. Also reading Heart Shaped Box and Smoke Gets In Your Eyes. Must stop looking at FB so I can get on top of this. I think that was kind of number 10 mixed in there, wasn’t it?

The coffee has been consumed and my mind broadened. Awake. Ahhh. What a good feeling. I’m warm and dressed and still feeling electric. I guess I better get my ass to the gym. ‘Cause it’s gym day, even if it’s later than normal and I worked BEFORE I exercised.

I suppose I might be able to adapt to these new steps resolutions :-). Maybe. It’s a work in progress.

Happy New Year y’all.

PS: This is just a part of the actual list. The one inside of my head is long enough to keep a kid awake for days. Lets not dwell on that.

 

Hello There

Oh yes, it’s that time of year again. Christmas is looming and everyone is far grumpier than usual, for some pretty big reasons. This is part of why I’ve been stumped on what to write here. Why bother adding to all of the angst out there? It’s time for action not words.

The whole thing makes me dwell on a recent get away with the girls to Canada. The Canadians were shaking their heads at the US’s dilemma, completely dumbfounded that we got ourselves into this situation at all. Here are some snapshots from that trip that might make you smile.

Despite it all, it’s not really fair to let folks take my words away. It would be a grand faux pas giving them that power. I need to write for a better tomorrow. So I’m back at it. I won’t bore you with the details (I keep my WRKITGRL updated if you’re curious) but it’s really deep stuff coming out right about now. I bet the next ever so many years will turn out some crazier stuff than any year before from all of the writers out there. I look forward to reading it :-).

Until I have some deep insightful thought that someone else isn’t blathering on about, I’ll leave you here.

Currently reading: The Girl With All The Gifts by MR Carey, Dialogue, by Robert McKee, When Smoke Gets In Your Eyes, by Caitlyn Doughty.

Yes, No, Maybe

I keep writing this post and deleting it. Yes I want to post it. No I don’t. Well, maybe. Like a million times. Today, is a Yes, as I think I’ve about had it.

My spirit is heavy, which makes for difficult public sharing. At every turn it gets heavier. Why are there so many Asshats in this world?

But.

Should I let the Asshats and Trolls rule me life? No. Am I? Yes. So here’s a baby step, trying to move on.

The Good:

Writing is going gangbusters, after I had a heart to heart with my Critique Group. I’m so grateful to have these lovely hardcore people in my life. Everyone needs someone who can tell them when they’re wandering off path. I hope you have this, all of you. Whether you’re writing or simply just living. Listen to the wise people* in your life.

The Bad:

I’ll leave it at this. At the end of the day we are all the same inside. Regardless of race, religion, sexual preference or orientation. If you are feeling hate or fear against any group of people, I ask you to do some soul searching. Ask yourself why? Because in the end: We. Are. The same.

Please don’t forget that, no matter how fearful you are of differences.

The Ugly:

Bullying. If you are carrying out this kind of behavior: you need to check yourself. Let’s just leave it there. I am so weary of these smug people thinking they are better than everyone else. Stop it already. You just look like an Asshat, not wise. See definition of wisdom below.

Psh. Like my words will open their eyes and make them realize they are wrong. Sure. I’m fooling myself here.

C’mon people, we are better than this. We need to start showing it.

There, I said it.

Now for a smile, with this very cute cat who I once hated, but who is now my best friend.

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See? We humans have the capacity for growth. I know you can do it too.

Hope everyone else is having a better day than I am. Wish I was a drinker, I’d be pouring one already.

* Some folks masquerade as wise people. Ted Bundy thought he was wise. Would you take advice from a serial killer?

Just Dance. And Eat Cake.

Its been awhile! I’ve been stuck in my head writing and editing SO MUCH. Its all good, but when I sit down to talk to people my head is so full with the STUFF that its hard to come out the other side. So what do I do?

I dance.

Dance, I said, dance.

Meanwhile, my favorite song of the moment, for your viewing pleasure. Cake By The Ocean by DNCE.

Books & Fro-Yo

The other day on a whim The Husband, Bunny Wabbit and I went to Barnes and Noble. I was overwhelmed, as I always am, with all of that paper deliciousness around me. The urge to shove the piles of books on the floor and roll on them was great.

There were a few dilemmas that night. One was which genre do I delve into? My Goodreads list is quite long and mostly horror and thriller, with a science fiction thrown in for grins. No significance there,  just what folks are recommending to me. That said I wasn’t in the mood for any of the books on my list that night. Looking back I think I wanted what they deem Upmarket Fiction, or Book Club Fiction. Books about the human condition and/or soul searching (sometimes crushing) stories that either inspire or drag you down to the deepest darkest places in your mind. Light stuff, you know?

Ha.

When I couldn’t find what I was craving from my list of To Read, I decided on GIRL ON A TRAIN. There lay problem two: Do I buy a hardcover knowing it’s bound to come out in paperback sometime in the future, or do I scour every single shelf to find a paperback worth reading? I started with the latter. Of course, this is one of my favorite things to do, so no pain there.

My problem with hardcovers in this scenario is that for the price they were charging I felt like I was married to the book. I have to read it no matter how good it is. With paperback and digital it’s always easier to set it down.

After a twenty minute search I chose the hardcover. As it turns out Barnes and Noble gave me an amazing discount and the price wasn’t that bad. So there’s that. I’ll let you know what I think of the book after I finish up AT THE WATER’S EDGE. Incidentally one of my friends gave me WATER’S EDGE as a recommendation, and another friend is listening to it on audiobook. It’s kinda fun, reading books with friends; a nod to our old book club. Miss that part of my life.

The fam and I finished up our bookstore adventure with frozen yogurt. Mine was watermelon sorbet with marshmallow cream, and lots of boba. Mmm. Can’t think of a better way to spend an evening :-).

Now I’m off to the hairdresser to turn my hair cotton candy pink. While reading ofcourse.  ‘Cause sometimes you have to get in touch with your inner Bubble Gum Goddess.

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