Dear You…

Well, technically, I suppose that should read, “Dear Me,” but I have this overwhelming disconnect between who I am now (& who I have been in the past) & YOU — who I am going to be in just a few short months…

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The Makings of Disturbing Dreams

It started a couple of weeks ago… I woke up distraught & in tears over a dream. It wasn’t the first vivid pregnancy dream I’ve had so far this pregnancy, but it WAS the first that was disturbing & angst-ridden.

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A Rainbow in Even the Darkest of Clouds

I will be honest; I wasn’t going to write anything for Ten Things of Thankful. Again. Ugh. BUT, then I remembered that this week marks the 100th week! So, I should probably pull my crap together to be a part of it, eh? 😉

I am grateful Ten Things of Thankful exists. (Thankful #1) I might not participate as often as I would like or as often as I really should, but it is a nudge in the right direction when my thoughts get too gloomy. Heck! Even when I don’t participate, knowing it is out there has me thinking about what I would write if I wasn’t so caught up in my own thoughts to the point where I can’t untangle the mess enough to create a post. The reminder to be thankful sometimes is enough.

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I am a Girl.

Please forgive the vent. . . I just couldn’t help myself today.

I think this often lately, yet it’s one of the subjects I try not to talk or write about. . .

It’s uncomfortable. . . Slightly embarrassing (not just for me, but sometimes for the reader/listener, I am sure). . . Kinda personal. . . Occasionally disgusting. . . Downright unpleasant. . .

Yet, I know I am not the only one who currently struggles with this — or has or will have to deal with it, for that matter.

It is a fact of life.

Keep scrolling or click away if you must. . . Or keep reading if you’re curious, I suppose — just don’t say I didn’t warn you.

The problem is the fact that I am a girl. . . That’s what my grandmother would call it, anyway. . .

It sucks. (Image from morgueFile.com)
It sucks. (Image from morgueFile.com)

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That’s a Wrap, 2014 (TToT #13)

Oh. My. Word! It just dawned on me that this is the LAST Ten Things of Thankful post of the year! Say, what?! I know it’s terribly cliché to say so, but time really does fly. . . Where has the year gone??

So, I thought I would go through my year — full of its ups & downs — & find this week’s thankfuls among those. . . Bear with me, this is gonna be a long one! (But I was sure to link up to other posts throughout the year that pertain to this recap, of sorts, so try to have fun with it, will ya?)

Ups & downs. . . Yet full of thankfuls. (Image from morgueFile.com)
                                                Ups & downs. . . Yet full of thankfuls. (Image from morgueFile.com)                                             I am chuckling to myself because in all of my carefulness, I still messed up my TToT numbering. . . HOURS after publishing, I realized that TWO weeks ago, I duplicated the numbers & didn’t catch it. . . This is actually TToT #13. I updated the title, but have decided to leave the “evidence” of this little mess up in this picture & in the URL for this post, as well as last week’s TToT post. Haha. Hope you get a little laugh out of this too! Eh. It is what it is. What can I say? 😉

 

 

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Wash. Rinse. Repeat. (TToT #11)

What contradictions. I am full of them. . .

I crave routine, but I’ll grow bored with it after a short while. . .

I want to go back to work — to contribute to our household, financially — but I have very little desire to go back to retail (what I have the most experience in), now that I have had over a year away from it.

I want to write (blog) more frequently, but I get so stuck in my own head that I can’t find the proper words to share.

I want to write a TToT post — each of the two weeks I’ve missed since my last TToT post, I thought about it more than once — It’s just that I feel like it is the same TToT post damn near every single week. . .

I am sad. I am bored. I have no reason to feel either. The handsome husband wants me to see someone (i.e. some kind of therapist), but I just can’t bring myself to start that tedious search. . . & I am frightened that it’d mean trying medication. (Been there, done that — YEARS ago — & it wasnt pretty.)

Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Just put in the motions & see what happens. Same ol’, same ol’. Day after day.

Same ol', same ol'. Go through the motions. (Image from morgueFile.com)
Same ol’, same ol’. Go through the motions. (Image from morgueFile.com)

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