Yes, ladies and gentlemen (are there any men reading this?), I have many many journals/planners/diaries/whatever that I use daily. Because all of this awesomesauce cannot fit into just ONE book! And because I’m so finicky and weird that I have to have a different book for a different thing. Y’all one book is NOT enough for all this…
Day 7 of no social media. While normally I would be perusing Facebook or Instagram while watching YouTube or Netflix, I am instead relegated to reading a book instead. Luckily I have my Kindle so I don’t have to feel the old fashioned weirdness of actual pages touching my fingers (joking, I’m joking here). I can pretend that…
I am a serial journaler. I buy journals, a lot. Like all year long, a lot. I start them, very seldom do I finish them, but I start them with a passion and fervor that is quite strong. I’ve always been this way. Even as a little girl I had several journals, diaries they were called back then. …
I’ve been talking about this for quite a while now. Social media has become extremely toxic and I find myself upset, angry, sad, and just plain sick of it all. It used to be a place where I found joy, companionship and happy thoughts. That place disappeared a long time ago. I started on social media a long…
What AM I looking at? I don’t even know, that’s how blurry this morning was when I took this picture. That’s generally how I start my weeks as well…. what?? Where am I? Why are my eyes open? How do I move these heavy legs? The weekends go by way too fast. Especially when you do nothing but…