A little bit of heaven & A whole lot of hell
On Thursday I got an email from a client who I haven’t heard from since the very beginning of the COVID outbreak. This is not unusual. This is the type of client where months can go by without any work from them. She started her email, “The world has shifted yet again since we were last in touch. She was, of course, referencing the Minneapolis…
Damn. Damn. Damn. I don’t know where to begin. Oh wait. To begin: Black lives matter. Police departments across the country are violent, destructive, racist organizations that should be abolished immediately. I liked this idea in theory and then I really super loved it when I read this series of posters asking you to imagine the alternative. I had never imagined the alternative, because as…
Here’s what I can’t stop thinking about. Do you know how when you are drinking something and you swallow wrong and you start to choke and you spend 15 seconds thinking your life is gonna end and you panic because you don’t want to die, and you definitely don’t want to die for something as stupid as your inability to swallow properly? I keep thinking…
Oh, Darling Ones, I am struggling today. It’s one of those days where I feel unappreciated, unsupported, and taken advantage of. Today I am lonely and afraid and frustrated. And I might have had a small emotional breakdown because Hy-vee forgot to give me my hamburger buns thus ruining dinner and my life and the entire universe as we know it. Instead of whining again…
Jason Isbell is probably one of the best songwriters alive. Yeah, the same list with Joni Mitchell and Bob Dylan. I’m not messing around. I say this having listened to Jason Isbel & the 400 Unit’s new album “Reunions” about 33 times since it came out on Friday. The lines in “Be Afraid,” which I didn’t take to when the single was released slay me…
Hello Darling Ones, How are you? I am bored and cranky, the monotony of the pandemic is getting to me and the mind-numbing routine of my daily life is bringing me down. Sister #2 and my brother-in-law were in from Portland for about 36 hours last week. It was good and awful. We ate Wendy’s and pizza! It seems so luxurious to eat food not…
At the beginning of April my niece, Jaycie, asked us to participate in the 30-Day Song Challenge on Instagram. For posterity, I am documenting the songs I chose here. This is what I did today. All day. I’m not the least bit ashamed, it was kind of fun for me digging through old songs and old posts on I Will Dare. Not too shabby for…
Another month, another lost gig, but I changed the font on the COVID Diaries graphic, so that’s exciting. I’m down again today, like really, truly, bluely down and not Mean Reds down. I’ve been weepy for two days over everything from Charles’ impending departure to being so weepy. Yesterday morning as the sun shined in from the window I wept for a good 15 minutes…
In a recent blog post, the author stated she was sad. Upon further reflection she has decided it would be more accurate to describe her emotional state as “mean red” as defined by Holly Golightly in the book (and movie, which the header quote is from, the book mentions sweating and the author believes that we don’t need to talk about sweating at this unprecedented…
I am sad today. Last year when her daughter was struggling with mental health, BFK explained the irrational behavior to me. “She has all these thoughts and emotions floating around in her like balloons,” BFK said. “She keeps grasping at one balloon and tying it to brick even if they don’t match. She’s constantly trying to tie the emotions to something concrete.” That’s me today….