I want to write, but I don’t know what I want to write about. It’s like being hungry but looking into your pantry and refrigerator and seeing nothing but the same old stuff you’ve been eating.
So I stare, and I feel hungry. I eventually give up and walk away hoping the hunger inspires some wild, passionate craving, something that sends me running back to create magic in a flurry of fingers hitting the keyboard.
It hasn’t come. Not yet. I’m beginning to wonder if I just need to write. Something, anything. Good writers write no matter what they have to say. Good writing doesn’t often come from a place of random passion, and I know this. I know good writing comes from practice and stretching and just letting your brain relax and flow and accept that a jumbled mess sometimes needs to be worked out before the magic can show.
So I shall write.
Those Mizunos ended up being medieval torture devices, so I returned them & got myself a pair of a Brooks. C25K run tonight with a local group. Two thumbs up!
Dragon or dinosaur? If it's a dinosaur, what kind? Dr. Ross Geller would know. Or maybe Charlie Weasley.
My lap is a reading nook. My chin is a footrest. Love is crazy.
Rapture! (Or bath time.)
I hit the flat greenway for my new shoes' inaugural 2 miles. My first mile was 9:57!
Happy canker work season, Charlotte.
I ran somewhere new today - the wicked hilly trails at Reedy Creek. Well, I "ran." The hills kicked my butt!
Happy group play without arguments or territory invasion - lasted approx. 6 minutes. #triplets
My body goals for 6 months of pregnancy & 2.5 years of #breastfeeding (when my 1st weaned) were focused on providing for my #triplets. Eating enough wasn't easy, so I didn't start scaling back or exercising until they were close to 2.5 years old. A year l
"I just want a leeeetle tiiiiiny piece of toast. Like this." The 3 y/o appetite is requesting a crumb.
OH, YEAH. You want summa dis? It's Alton Brown's Brussels sprouts wit pecans & cranberries. We'll see if Callista sings her #brusselsfroutsallday song. I know I am!
A penny per ride is a steal, but x3 means spending a long time hanging out in front of Harris Teeter. Good news, @baballance, ETC can now spell H-A-R-R-Y!
Yes, it's a gym selfie. Why? Because I'm celebrating! We started our 7-day trial at the Y today. ETC had a great time, & I ... Did things. 1.5 mi (half-assed, waiting for a problem with ETC) on the treadmill at the end of Gilmore Girls, then I investigate
Boom. 2 miles. Just me, my taser/flashlight, & the night/springtime creatures.
The greenway is getting GREEN! Yay, Spring!
Wishes! ✨ #tripletmom
It's a gloomy, rainy day outside, but it's bright & cheerful in the rec center!
I asked ETC to stop chasing each other & wait by the door so no one got hurt & we could FINALLY leave the house. This was how they interpreted my direction. Goofballs.
I need a new makeup bag, but I am 1. a terrible packer & 2. clueless to most things in the beauty world. This is my regular lineup. What kind of bag/container should I get?
ETC requested strawberry pancakes like Daniel Tiger has. It's been a loooong time since I made pancakes. The waffle iron is more forgiving of a shaky, uncoordinated hand.