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.
I Feel Silly, Oh, So Silly
I’m in a mood. A silly mood. Okay, not really. I’m actually feeling grumpy but I want to feel silly and lighthearted and goofy. Grumpy Cat may amuse me, although Max is still the feline that reigns supreme around here, I don’t like being cranky. So whenever I turn grumpy and no one wants to listen to me whine about dumb stuff (like Max puking last Saturday), I go to Pinterest and look at animals and memes. Obviously, I am easily amused.
Finding The Secret to the Good Life
Do you remember The Secret by Rhonda Byrnes from a few years back? The idea that you could visualize something amazing (or to be fair, bad) into existence by your mere thoughts was a powerful, enticing notion. It was A Field of Dreams come to life! Some bought into the hype; others did not. I fell into the middle because I do believe to a certain extent that what we choose to focus on — abundance or lack — is what we simultaneously create in our lives. In other words, we see what we expect to see.
Feeling Off, Cranky or Sad? 4 Ways to Help You Feel Good Again
I wasn’t going to post today, even though Thursday is my post day. I woke up in a bad mood on Wednesday for no good reason. Nothing bad happened. I had not watched or read the news, so beyond my normal general irritation with Emperor Baby Fists, I wasn’t in hulk-mode yet. But I felt off. Quietly blue and a little sad. With zero energy or interest in writing a post.
Coffee Talk with Tanya
Today, we’re meeting for coffee, just the two of us. Let’s get comfy in some oversized, plush chairs with our large porcelain mugs of piping hot java and settle in for a long conversation about nothing. About everything. Those are the best conversations, right? I decided to “borrow” this idea from Audrey. After all, some days all you want to do is share a stream of random thoughts. Over coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.
Marching, Marching: We Keep Marching Forward
Tomorrow someone that I abhor and stands for everything I despise — racism, xenophobia, sexism, homophobia, greed and bullying — is going to become our President. In my lowest moments, I feel sick, frightened and hopeless. My anxiety levels are off the charts given my gloomy view of the future. And yet … I keep marching forward because I am not a quitter. Silence or bowing down are not options for me, so I will fight instead.