To be honest, I simply haven't felt like writing lately. I have lots to write about, and lots of half-written posts... I just am not feeling the need to work on any of them at the moment.
I'm still pretty beat; it's been a long, less-than-fun... well, few years, as a glance at the blog would show. I'm fine, but I suspect the toll of that journey is a big part of feeling this way.
But instead of feeling guilty, as "the boy" would have, I'm just going with it. I'll start writing again when the mood strikes. Perhaps it will be tomorrow, perhaps a week, or a month, or more. I don't know.
I have things I want to write about, because it helps me process them. But right now, I want to simply be. I've been consumed by a number of activities and episodes, both professional and (especially) personal that have required expending a great deal of energy, but have offered little - or, if I'm honest, no - return.
Well, that is going to change. And the beginning of that process is learning how to take some of that energy that I've been expending on other things and other people and start spending it on myself.
Greetings, folks! Hope everyone had a lovely weekend. :c)
I have a few longer posts in the works (yes, still), but I wanted to share a brief story with you from this past weekend.
I was near the end of a lengthy walk when two friends called to ask if I wanted to meet them for dinner. I was only about 15 minutes away by foot, and it's a casual (albeit very nice) restaurant, so I simply went straight there and had a cup of coffee to warm up while waiting for them.
I was checking my messages when I noticed a mother and her young daughter, probably about seven or eight years old, looking in my direction. A minute or two later I glanced their way again, and, once again, they were looking my way.
They weren't staring, nor were they being rude, so I assumed they read me and shrugged it off, as I do when that happens. (It's usually on a day like yesterday, when I haven't shaved to get ready for my next electrolysis appointment.) I know who I am, I like who I am, and I'm still changing, both physically and emotionally, and that is all that really matters.
Just as I saw my friends drive past and head for the parking lot about a block away, I noticed that the little girl and her mother put on their coats and head towards my table on their way to the door. I had gone back to reading my text messages, when I realized they were standing next to me. I looked up and smiled at them.
"I'm sorry if we were being impolite, miss," the mother said. "But my daughter and I were both admiring your hair."
:#)
I laughed (and blushed), thanked them, and rightfully gave the credit to my stylist.
The little girl then spoke.
"Miss, I told my mom that your hair looks like red velvet cupcakes - and those are my *favorite* ones in the world!" lol
I laughed again and thanked her, adding that I was flattered to hear that.
"You're welcome," she said.
She then eyed me critically for a moment.
"It's a good look for you, you know."
lol
I immediately offered to hire her as my fashion adviser. She was game, but her mother gently suggested to both of us that she needed to finish third grade first. :c)
And thus went that part of my weekend!
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Postscript: As you would imagine, I promptly texted April with the entire story.
Her immediate reply?
"Great! Red Velvet can be your porn name. :D"
While that certainly is an option, I noted that I think I preferred "Cupcake." Not as my porn name, of course, just in general. For some reason it appealed to me; maybe it fits my personality?
In any event, I hope your week is filled with culinary delights of whatever sort you most enjoy. Have a lovely week, everyone!
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Nothing to do with the theme of this post; just a performance from Hurray for the Riff-Raff, one of my favorite new bands. Their new album is wonderfully addictive. Hope you like this!
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