But sometimes just remembering that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction… is a way to at least move towards that natural implicit opposite. Some of this stuff gets hokey as fuck sounding or somebody trying to sell you something, but I don’t think Newton tried to get anybody to take a Masterclass. I could be wrong - he totes could have been a boss babe, right? 🍎 🍏 💯 😘 🎉 🍏 🍎 🧘♀️
I owe all of my success to my failuresMahButtItches (allegedly) Welcome to our 2nd edition of DDD: Discussion, Discourse, & Debate. I think that's what I called it. If it's not, well it is now. Or, until Guy Fieri sues me. That link there will take you to the first one of this .. thing,... Continue Reading →
Hello and happy Sunday! Here is Blogress #1 – Here’s mine, Wanna try one for you? If you want to see what I’m doing, I want these to get generally shorter, but my first one was pretty long since it was the first. Let’s see where we’re at. I duplicated last week’s post to update and tweak from there to save time. If you’re interested, tag, ping, or link me - I’d love to see yours too! Journaling, accountability, progress, recovery
When you don’t know what to wear because you haven’t seen any clothes you like, and you don’t like the clothes you have. When you never know what to listen to because the familiar stuff makes you think too much, and you just don’t know what you like anymore. When you listen to yourself think... Continue Reading →
I thought this was beautiful and I wanted to see what would happen for me if I started writing a letter to little me. I’d like to thank TaylorMae very much for the inspiration! Her blog is great, definitely pop on over! And if you like the idea, try it out too: tag me, reblog or ping, I’d love to read! ….So, my dearest little one, all I truly ask is that you come out and play with me today and everyday. Let’s do this because we know we can, and we cried last night because it’s actually so much scarier to know you can, isn’t it? read more…
What jobs have you had? Man this is another small talk-y one. Who gives a shit? Used to be in sales, used to be a salesforce.com admin, used to be admin asst, marketing associate, customer service rep, bank teller, cashier/customer service rep, and my first job was whatever the hell I was at Kids R... Continue Reading →
Editors’ note: for some reason, I haven’t been on the right day or date for weeks. Tomorrow is June, I think, but I keep thinking it is the beginning of May. I literally just realized today is Wednesday and I missed it yesterday because yesterday was Tuesday. We appreciate your understanding, as we sure as... Continue Reading →
Does that concept of physically picking yourself up by the straps of your boots or, say the laces of your shoes make any sense whatsoever to you when you think about it? I have heard this saying so many times and one day I couldn’t stop thinking about how stupid it is, it makes zero sense and it’s literally like some kind of American work ethos or whatever the fuck. It’s like our … go get ‘em tiger is to expect people to literally do impossible things by themselves. MahButtItches, WordPress writing prompt, daily prompt, questioning thoughts, recovery, mental health
I love the internet, I am a child of the internet, I’ve blogged since I was a teenager, etm. Call it the Libra in me, I want to bring the balance of not having it and having to entertain yourself bc your mom said get outside and don’t let me see you til it’s dark. I want that. I want them to go do absolutely stupid things and probably be unsafe or stupid. The internet is assuredly dangerous, but I’d rather have one tattle on the other for doing something dumb in the desert. I donno. Wordpress Daily Prompt, Parenting, kids, screen addiction, recovery, MahButtItches
I wrote this last year, it seems applicable to re-post. My daughter’s current definition of love is “My dad cooked my mom cheesesteaks outside in a freaking snowstorm. If you’re not doing that for me, I’m not interested.” As someone who analyzes every word a person speaks like a linguistic sommelier… can I just tell... Continue Reading →
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