Monthly Archives: February 2017

Siamese

It’s times like these, times when life just feels like a steaming pile of…

You know.

You know.

…that I really miss my sister.

We’re like the same person, and yet we are so totally not the same person! It’s crazy. I realize this more and more, the older I get:

No one gets me like my sister does.  Continue reading

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When It Rains, It Pours

One day, we’re going to look back and laugh at these days.

The fact that our two short years in the mountains have already been punctuated by (in this order) the final chapter of an epic drought, a catastrophic wildfire, an unprecedented tree mortality epidemic, and now…

A flood of biblical proportions?

Remember when we went camping at this spot?

Remember when we went camping at this spot?

Seriously, I want to laugh about this. I look damn forward to the day.  Continue reading

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Broken

In this year of ongoing, neverending, continuing self-realizations, today I had yet another one.

I realized that I have only two views of the world, and everything in it:

  1. Fixed
  2. Broken

I see everything – absolutely everything – through one of these two lenses. There is no in-between.

Things are either fixed, or they are broken.

The house is either fixed, or it is broken.

Relationships are either fixed, or broken.

The world is either fixed, or broken.

And things that are broken, must be fixed (which is probably why I’m constantly freaked out about the state of the world and living in the “end days”; I CANNOT FIX IT).

I’m like a Doozer, scrambling around rebuilding Fraggle Rock as the Fraggles gobble it down into chaos.

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Nada

You know that saying “life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans?”

Well, as 2016 was wearing on and on and on and generally being disappointing on an unprecedented level, I really started to feel those words of wisdom in my bones. For the first time in my life, I started to feel, well…

Overcommitted. 

But here’s the thing; it was all my own fault.

I’m a notorious plannypants, and I’m well-known for keeping not only my own but pretty much all my friends’ social calendars chock-full with a year-round regimen of meticulously planned engagements:

I mean, I could go on. And on. You get the point. Continue reading

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