The Blogging from A to Z Challenge starts tomorrow. This will be my first year participating, and I can say that I feel heavy doses of both nervousness and excitement: nervousness because, well, I haven't even begun to come up with topics for each letter, and excitement because who wouldn't be excited to take part in such a fun challenge and get to know other A to Z bloggers!
Are you participating this year? Do you have your topics planned or, like me, do you plan to wing it?
Saturday, March 31, 2012
The push and pull
Today's 100 words:
I stayed up too late reading again last night. I never mean to--I know how deeply tired I am and how much my body and mind crave rest since my first child was born five years ago. Before, I used to drink coffee in the mornings because I liked the taste. Now I drink it because I need it to push me closer to awake. Still, as anyone who reads knows, it's hard to put a good book down--no matter the time, no matter how tired, no matter the push/pull of reading love and need for sleep.
I stayed up too late reading again last night. I never mean to--I know how deeply tired I am and how much my body and mind crave rest since my first child was born five years ago. Before, I used to drink coffee in the mornings because I liked the taste. Now I drink it because I need it to push me closer to awake. Still, as anyone who reads knows, it's hard to put a good book down--no matter the time, no matter how tired, no matter the push/pull of reading love and need for sleep.
Friday, March 30, 2012
I may never understand
Today's 100 words:
I listened to the song again last night--Evanescence's My Immortal. You said it reminded me of you, back when our lives were breaking apart, back when nothing seemed certain for us anymore: the present, the future. Even our past felt like it somehow didn't exist--or maybe it was that it no longer seemed like time we had shared. Whenever I listen to this song, the one you say describes how you were feeling when it all came crashing down, I never completely understand. We wouldn't have been in that place if it hadn't been for you.
I listened to the song again last night--Evanescence's My Immortal. You said it reminded me of you, back when our lives were breaking apart, back when nothing seemed certain for us anymore: the present, the future. Even our past felt like it somehow didn't exist--or maybe it was that it no longer seemed like time we had shared. Whenever I listen to this song, the one you say describes how you were feeling when it all came crashing down, I never completely understand. We wouldn't have been in that place if it hadn't been for you.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
I can't help it--I'm weak!
Today's 100 words:
This week I've gotten into the bad (calorie-wise, anyway) habit of allowing myself to walk near the avocados in the grocery store. They're like a magnet to me, and although I've been able to resist in the past with a turn of my head and a mental admonition--Calories!--this week I've been, well...weak. I could eat avocados every day; I'll be in real trouble if we ever move to California or Florida or anywhere else they're even more easily accessible. I have one waiting for me right now, and after I write these words, I'll heed her siren call.
This week I've gotten into the bad (calorie-wise, anyway) habit of allowing myself to walk near the avocados in the grocery store. They're like a magnet to me, and although I've been able to resist in the past with a turn of my head and a mental admonition--Calories!--this week I've been, well...weak. I could eat avocados every day; I'll be in real trouble if we ever move to California or Florida or anywhere else they're even more easily accessible. I have one waiting for me right now, and after I write these words, I'll heed her siren call.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Sentimental value
Today's 100 words:
I need to do something scary today. I don't want to do it; I don't want to subject myself to the flood of emotion sure to hit as I open the door to the crawl space, but it's time to sort through my five-year-old son's baby clothes and pass some along to my friend's new baby. I want to help my friend--there's no question about that--but it's hard for me to give away my child's possessions. The idea of not owning them anymore breaks my heart. I keep trying to remind myself that they're just things.
I need to do something scary today. I don't want to do it; I don't want to subject myself to the flood of emotion sure to hit as I open the door to the crawl space, but it's time to sort through my five-year-old son's baby clothes and pass some along to my friend's new baby. I want to help my friend--there's no question about that--but it's hard for me to give away my child's possessions. The idea of not owning them anymore breaks my heart. I keep trying to remind myself that they're just things.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Clutter: My Nemesis
Today's 100 words:
I have too much stuff. I've known this for years, of course, but I didn't really see it until last night, when I walked into our bedroom and forced myself to take a look at the clutter that covers all surfaces: the floor, the tops of the dressers, the bookshelf... Sadly, most of our other rooms are the same--except, of course, for the ones I keep as uncluttered as possible for company. I wouldn't call myself a hoarder, but I do attach sentimental value to some things. Guess it's time to put emotions aside and start tossing things out.
(Easier said than done.)
I have too much stuff. I've known this for years, of course, but I didn't really see it until last night, when I walked into our bedroom and forced myself to take a look at the clutter that covers all surfaces: the floor, the tops of the dressers, the bookshelf... Sadly, most of our other rooms are the same--except, of course, for the ones I keep as uncluttered as possible for company. I wouldn't call myself a hoarder, but I do attach sentimental value to some things. Guess it's time to put emotions aside and start tossing things out.
(Easier said than done.)
Monday, March 26, 2012
Fearing the unknown
Today's 100 words:
When I moved to Nebraska, I was terrified of tornadoes. I'd never experienced them in Northern Michigan and was afraid I was putting myself in prime tornado territory. I guess we always fear the unknown. As it turned out, in the six years I lived there, I experienced only two tornado warnings, and no tornadoes ever touched down. But the fact is that the unknown is frightening. I fear a lot of things, I think, because they're out of what I consider my normal. I get that nervous feeling in my stomach--the same feeling I woke up with today.
When I moved to Nebraska, I was terrified of tornadoes. I'd never experienced them in Northern Michigan and was afraid I was putting myself in prime tornado territory. I guess we always fear the unknown. As it turned out, in the six years I lived there, I experienced only two tornado warnings, and no tornadoes ever touched down. But the fact is that the unknown is frightening. I fear a lot of things, I think, because they're out of what I consider my normal. I get that nervous feeling in my stomach--the same feeling I woke up with today.
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