That’s me in a nutshell … stuck. My mind goes 24/7 and conjures up these amazing ideas that fill me with such life-sustaining hope of what my life could be, while simultaneously feeling just out-of-reach — like a fluttering butterfly that I chase to no avail. Because even if I miraculously captured this elusive insect, I wouldn’t know what to do with it if I did. And now I feel like a stuck loser, which is not a happy or true place to live.
So last month I read 1.5 books so I’m pleased as Harry Potter winning the Quidditch Cup to have completed two whole books in one month. That’s right: 2 books. Sure, my normal average is around 5+ books per month but with my non-existent my reading mojo, I can’t complain. Well, not too much. And yes, I know — #FirstWorldBookNerdProblem and I’d probably feel guilty if I weren’t an American, where being a diva is a right. I take advantage of all my rights, including being a book diva and voting. 😀
I don’t know when Fall officially begins and I’m far too lazy to google it. But what I do know is that you can buy your cat some devil ears for his Halloween costume at Target and order a Pumpkin Spice Latte at Starbucks, so it must be Fall. Yes, I base season beginnings on store offerings versus actual official dates chosen by God or some scientist. Or worse — a politician. 😀 It’s not completely my fault either. LA is fairly season-less. I mean in Minnesota you knew it was winter when it was 80 below and a whiteout.
Last month I didn’t participate in the SUYB link-up because GASP … I didn’t read anything in June. And to be completely honest, I didn’t read anything in July either. But I managed to read 1.5 books this past weekend so … yay Tanya! You go, girl! Get your read on! Seriously, I was a little worried that maybe a non-reader alien had possessed me, which is just rude. I mean if you’re going to possess me — be a reader, please! But I’m back, baby!
I’ve always loved listening to music and it’s always been one of my big regrets that I’m not naturally musically talented. I don’t have a great voice and while I play the piano okay (well, I could at one time), I’m not someone who can sit down and start riffing. I need music to follow. Basically I’m Emmet from the Lego Movie and need to follow instructions. I feel the music but I cannot make it. Sniff. Sniff.
Last week my air conditioning died and Tanya does not do well in heat. At all. She gets migraines. Breaks out in hives. Get sweaty and ornery. Lack of sleep turns her into a wonderful combination of dopey and bitchy. It’s like Russian Roulette, which Tanya will you get? Cranky AF? Or dopey as hell? She also apparently starts to refer to herself in the third person, like royalty. Because that’s what she is. Sweltering. Hot. Royalty.