Author: wordhabit

i feel the way i felt with george w. won….the winds of change are upon us! the signs of the times continually show. glad i couldn’t vote….gives me permission to gripe whenever i choose. because, of course, had i been allowed to vote, things would be different. right. yeah. whatever. it’s the same. i’m still…

i’ve desired this moment for days. and for days i’ve either had much to do or have lacked the sense to schedule this in making it nothing more than a passing thought.ah. sadness.and no, i didn’t schedule it in today and i don’t have a moment to spare really. i’m stealing from other responsibilities.is this…

I must confess…I’ve been a Scrooge… For the first time, the entire season could come and go and I wouldn’t mind. (Some of you know how I’ve been “bah humbugging” Christmas music and I make no apologies coz so much of it truly stinks.) And I’ve concluded that my lack of enthusiasm is all because…

when someone asks how are you? are you required to answer truthfully?i’ve often responded in truth but haven’t been heard. the words i’m sick seem to translate into i’m fine. and are responded to with good, good. and a part of me hopes that the guilty party doesn’t see the disdain within me that’s most…

time….or should i say that there is enough and i just haven’t figured out how best to use it all? yes, that’s more accurate, je pense. oui!and that’s all i have time for…so sad…too bad.

it’s one of those airplane shots that remind me of how much is beyond me, beyond my best of dreams.and then it motivates me…to use my time better, to waste not a second, to live as if i actually enjoy living.so i do it.my life is again on the cusp of something new, something amazingly…