tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289053382024-03-12T19:45:22.666-07:00a cathartic experience.......thoughts that release toxins.cathartichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275874312014333995noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28905338.post-61880460589986035892009-01-30T17:57:00.000-08:002009-01-30T18:22:47.693-08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">time management...<br /><br />i have yet to master.<br />my thoughts overcome me, i wonder how i will juggle it all.<br />there are mornings with nursing, clothes, hair, diaper changing 1-3 times, teeth, nourishment and school. <br />there are mid-mornings and afternoons filled with feedings, meal planing, crying, laundry, picking up the house, doctor visits, sister time, diapers, grocery shopping, dishes, organizing, walking, some how fitting lunch, pick up time, homework time, gymnastics time, dinner time, bath time x 3, reading time, tuck-her-in time, all while taking care of an infant new to this world and keeping in mind my goal of being super wife/mom/friend/daughter/sister/designer<br />what the hell.<br />how do i keep from getting overwhelmed?<br /><br /><br />its all worth it.<br />i just need to get used to this new layer of skin.<br /><br /></span></span>cathartichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275874312014333995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28905338.post-23311399976065123532008-08-13T12:15:00.000-07:002009-03-09T15:03:08.223-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It Helps Keep Her Numb</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">She was flawless at forgetting, she learned to put those memories away. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When they were little ladies, she erased who was she just to raise them in a perfect circle. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Early on, she composed her plan, she referred to as “Eighteen”. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The plan came early due to her lack of refrain. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">They were the jaguars, while the rest played the tortoise.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">There was mindlessness and selfishness and thoughtlessness. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The woman, who once existed for the two, walked away one step a day. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Time elapsed. She plus him were not perfection.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Obstacles went unnoticed. The dusty old ways became all too familiar. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Continual work and no play helps keep her numb.</span><br /></span>cathartichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275874312014333995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28905338.post-18243449041111734992007-08-05T18:01:00.000-07:002007-08-05T18:30:53.937-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">i thought i was proud.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">when a week passed and i had not visited.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">when i created solitude.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">when i re-directed my goals.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">yet when this was achieved, i felt <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">unfulfilled</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">i continued to misdirect my desires. my needs.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">my storybook view of how my life should be....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">i thought i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">was</span> never going to walk through that door. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">i began to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">believe</span> that was never going to be my fairy tale ending. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">some time in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">between</span> dinners and chaotic introductions, </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">i have been sprinkled with pixie dust. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">the story has not only come alive,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">but read hidden pages.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">pages that force me to speechlessness at each waking of the sun in my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">existence</span>.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">my activity from rise to rest is healthy, concious, and moral. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">i am living a dream.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">i am living a high.</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">i heart my companion.</span> </span>cathartichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275874312014333995noreply@blogger.com0