This month my goal was to read few authors from my TBR list who always make me feel a tad guilty that I haven’t read them yet and whatever other books caught my fancy. Without intending to do this, I selected all-female authors, which felt especially right after the results of the election. Ultimately, it became a celebration of women who give voice to a group who is still sadly considered less-than by some, but never by these ladies.
In my mind, I am a craft goddess. Give me a hammer, two nails, some pretty paper, glue and glitter and I will create a masterpiece to rival anything Martha Stewart can make. In reality, I’d probably drive a nail into my finger, glue paper to my forehead and get glitter up my nose. Reality sometimes sucks. But still, I keep dreaming.
It’s been a bit heavy and down here since the election, so I’m lightening things up today with a 3 things prompt that several of my friends have done. I believe it originated with Steph but I may be wrong, so my apologies if I am. 🙂 It won’t be the first time I’ve ever been wrong, which may shock some of you. Or not. LOL!
Adios November. You were an incredibly surreal month and I’m not sad to see you in my rearview mirror. And that makes me a bit mad because I love November. It signals the start of the holiday season, and I adore Thanksgiving with all its food, food and more food. But yeah … that happened and my joy dimmed and fear and anger crept in.
Thanksgiving is just a few days away and I am ready, mostly. My elastic waistband pants are clean and ready to wear. I’ve got yummy food planned for Thursday through Sunday. That’s right — Thanksgiving is a four-day food fest in my home. Glorious, glorious food. And it’s all mine! Cue maniacal laugh.
Disbelief. Confusion. Helpless. Scared. Worried. Anger. Despair. All emotions I felt last Tuesday evening. My body ached in a way I had not felt since the height of my depression. Feeling helpless, I went to bed to hide, to pretend a little bit longer. But I tossed and turned all night, continually waking Max to talk and weep. The poor cat just wanted to sleep. As did I, but that simple comfort alluded me that night.