Last summer, I made the decision to disconnect. I logged off Facebook and Instagram for the summer and I did not check my email for ten long weeks. I read only the books I felt like reading and wrote only the things I felt like writing. The result was one of the happiest summers of my lifetime.

I have this obnoxious need to multi-task ALL THE TIME. Judging by my funky dreams, I may even do it while sleeping. Multi-tasking, it turns out, has lead to a healthy habit for me.

Published March 31, 2015. Today is the day that seemed so far away. Today is day 31 of the challenge, and I made it! I wrote some stories that were tough to write. I wrote some stories that made me laugh. Today is day 31 of the challenge, and I made it! I read some stories that made me cry. I depend on my pare.

I was blessed to have a childhood full of memories growing up. It is always great to come across a scent that brings me back to childhood. There are two main ones which stick out for me, St. Anytime I get the chance to go back there really starts the weekend off on the right note. I am certain the latter of the two scents will be a topic of a slice later this month as we near the best season of the year, track season. Taking the physical aspect of hear.

I am lost with what to write. My brain just does not want to share anything. This has not happened at all these past 30 days. Each and every day I have found something in my day to slice about. My girls, my dad, my family. All these memories have been captured and will be there vividly forever. Having 2 little girls, I knew this day would eventually come. BOYS! Are you kidding me? I should have known something was going to happen when Mollie t.

She knew he was leaving. She mentally prepared her mind for it, as well as she could with the short notice of it all. She told herself it was only 12 weeks. They will have a lifetime together after. In 38 short days, he will be coming home briefly for their wedding. With him leaving though, it was. That was one thing she was bad at. She had just gotten used to all of the new change in her life. Now life was being altered again. Why are we laying on the kitchen floor? A few.

Saturday morning I got up bright and early. Jetted out about 7, braving the brisk March winds to check in as a volunteer for a local charity run. Bundled and layered, I pulled away from my house and began rollin down the street. What was said from couch to Bed.

Taking small steps to becoming a writer. How is everyone feeling? I can honestly say that I immensely enjoyed being a part of it. I never thought I would say that about writing. In fact, if someone would have asked me in the beginning how I thought I would feel today, I think I would have said the opposite. At first, I dreaded my decision. How will I write something every day? What could I possibly write about? There came those day.

Imagination is the highest form of research, Albert Einstein. There is a new beginning. Always planning for the future. Always looking back to what was. Papers, calendars, orders, books. Notes, reminders, dates. So hard to be present in the here and now. When the past and future keep knocking on my door.

Save Draft, No Publish! Getting past the draft stage is rough. What did I write again,. Words are not flowing,. Distance between me and my words increases,.