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My last blog post was on August 6. According to my regular blogging schedule, my next posts should have been on August 10 and 13.


We left for the beach on August 3, and I sacrificed a lot of writing time the week prior to packing. Then, during our beach week, I went into “keep my kids from drowning” mode and my blogging schedule was abandoned.

It’s August 15 as I write this, and it feels good to be back on my couch, with my computer on my lap, typing away. It’s my first day without the boys in almost two weeks, and while I always miss them, it does feel good to be writing once again.

So, apologies to followers for my absences and errors these past two weeks! Get ready for lots of posts about schedules, routines, and the (ugh) return to the school year. There’s a lot on my mind, and this blog is where I sort it all out.

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Oh Boy

Oh, boy.  My blogging schedule has gone off the rails.

I’ve been posting twice weekly since March 2018, but the addition of our new adoptive son J.J. (yaaaaaay!) in early September has impacted my writing time majorly.

I stayed pretty consistent with my biweekly posting in September. (It helped that I was pretty ahead of the game and had several posts already written and ready to publish.) During October, the schedule got a little wonky – the posts weren’t always on Tuesdays and Saturdays, which are my regular posting days – but for the most part, I still got two posts a week published.


It’s November 16th today, and my last post was published on Halloween!  Eek. That’s a very long accidental hiatus.

Image result for you got thisI’m not going to beat myself up about this. J.J. is still not sleeping through the night, and life is hectic and tiring. I have big plans involving writing and exercise that will kick in as soon as I can reliably get a full night’s sleep. Until then, I’m doing the absolute best I can to write as often as possible.

My apologies to anyone who follows and is missing my content!  It’ll all fall back into place – the blogging, the novel writing, the ability to get through a day without five caffeinated beverages and a bunch of sugary treats. Until then, I’m just giving myself pep talks and high fives and enjoying my two amazing little boys and the transition to a cozy and festive winter.








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Introvert Hangover

We had a party a few Saturdays ago. It was a fun and festive celebration with family and friends.

And then, Sunday morning, my introvert hangover kicked in.


This is really a THING. I love spending time with other people, but man – I just get exhausted,

I completed a full Myers-Briggs Type Indicator in 2005, and that’s about what I realized that I’m an introvert. Prior to then, I would get frustrated with myself. Why did everyone else like going out every night, clubbing, going to parties? Why did I always prefer movie nights to bar hopping?30712873_2141897029161561_997621573152145408_n (1)

When I took the Myers-Briggs test, I actually scored as a very introverted extrovert – right on the line. The kind of person who wanted to have a New Year’s Eve party, but wanted it to be small and possibly allow for a few minutes of quiet time to journal and reflect.

Discovering this about myself was freeing. I felt less guilty about wanting time alone and I allowed myself time to process rather than feeling forced to express myself immediately, which comes easier to extroverts, I think.


I also don’t want to limit myself, and I think I do that sometimes. I tell myself that I’m not the kind of person who can train large groups of people, or who can make friends easily. Those things aren’t true. I want to be self-aware – but I don’t ever want to let my self-awareness result in me subconsciously putting limits on who I can be.

But this introvert hangover was real. I spent my Sunday morning doing a lot of what I call puttering around. Is this a common term? Do people know what it is? It’s something I’ve said my whole life, but is it in the dictionary?


Okay, yes! It is in the dictionary. To putter means to “occupy oneself in a desultory but pleasant manner, doing a number of small tasks or not concentrating on anything particular.” And it’s one of my favorite things to do to decompress – just be at home, in my space, tidying and writing and making lists and doing lots of little things but not much of anything.

I need that decompressing after expending lots of energy entertaining others. How do others decompress?

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Self-Centeredness #ThoughtOfTheDay

he extent of my self-centeredness baffles me sometimes.

Today, I attended an art therapy training. Our first instruction, when we entered the room, was to visit the Art Supply Buffet (translation: long table filled with crayons, markers, pastels, and colored pencils) and pick whatever art supply we were drawn to pick.

I grabbed a pack of colored pencils and I found my seat. A little while later, we were all prompted to make a mandala, and I joked to the woman beside me, “So funny. Why would anyone pick anything other than colored pencils?”

Only then did I notice the pile of magic markers on the table in front of her. And then glanced further and saw a woman scribbling happily with colored pastels.

How funny! How silly that we so often forget that we’re all unique people with individual preferences. How egotistical when we assume that what WE like is best, rather than just our preference.

This is something that annoys me so much when I notice it in others – this tendency to think OUR way is the RIGHT way, that other options aren’t different but actually incorrect. I have heard it said that the things that annoy us most in others are present in ourselves. 

Yeah – that sounds about right.


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Thought For Today #mind #soul

Stop trying.  Just allow.

This has been echoing in my head recently.

Stop trying.  Just allow.

I was 29 when I realized how hard I was working to control everything around me.  And I learned to let go – a little.  But not all the way, and not always.

I was thinking about this recently when it comes to keeping a writing routine. I want to write regularly.  I need to.  But there are 24 hours in a day, and a little teddy bear I need to play with and snuggle with, and a wife to love on, and, you know, a day job (ugh) and housework (triple ugh).

At this moment in my life, I don’t know if it’s possible to keep myself on a regular routine with anything – reading, writing, running, socializing.

I think I just have to have faith in the universe that things always fall into place – and that my flow always comes back.

Because it always does.  That’s one of the secrets I’ve discovered.  If you relax and trust in the universe, everything falls into place.

Today, I was driving around for work, and trying to decide which fictional work I wanted to focus on next.  I was trying to decide on a story to expand so that I could enter it in an upcoming writing contest.

But I couldn’t decide.  And I can’t force it.  I have to stop trying and just allow.  

Counting My Blessings: My teddy bear reaching out to snuggle me repeatedly tonight.  Bliss.  

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