Springfield MO US
Like picking up trash where you walk, even if the rest of the world is full of litter. You keep doing what you can to make things better.
This little corner of my website is where I collect things from the everyday goings-on in my life. It’s a chronicle, exhibit, and junk-drawer all at once. I have not had a social media profile in quite a few years now, so this part of my website fills a similiar purpose to what those places did for me in years past.
Like picking up trash where you walk, even if the rest of the world is full of litter. You keep doing what you can to make things better.
I’ve faced so much intense rejection over the past year that any time I feel loved, or even if someone just wants to be around me, I can’t help but get all teary-eyed.
Sorting through the difference between simple and easy is a constant source of stress in my life.
A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone.
I have been having conversations lately that are causing me to reflect back on my roots, or rather, the lack thereof. I find myself envious of my friends who have these rich, long histories woven into the fabric that makes them who they are.
We’re only one week into summer and I already feel overwhelmed. It’s going to be a long summer, I think.
I am treating myself to a strawberry-rhubarb blossom for breakfast this morning.
I just can’t seem to keep my brain from waking up early, early in the morning anymore. It’s a gift, a dream, a curse.