It’s weird to me how I can sit here and type away and not stress about the words. There are some of you who know me now, how I write….how I babble. I don’t feel pressure here. Alone with a pen and notebook on the other hand…..it’s a struggle.
I drew attention at work once again, oddly before I ever made it in the door. I saw a wooly bear and I wasn’t thinking about who could see me or how I would look. I was juggling my purse, my key, my lunchbox, and on top of that I was trying to take a picture of this little guy.
I don’t know much about the superstition, but I do know that orange is good. In Ohio we look for hope everywhere.
This morning I was feeling….I’m not sure of the right word. It was a weird “I don’t care” attitude with a little bit of sass. So I pulled out my “I feel like Stevie Nicks whenever I wear this sweater” sweater. It does get a lot of compliments and I may have to put it in the dryer since I am shrinking….in a good way.
This was a nice little sanity break, maybe eventually I might like a paragraph enough to share……Zia