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 day 92m174=-19 of quarantine in this, the Year of Dairy Products from the American Heartland….
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 about absolutely nothing. I could not discern the reason for my tears nor could I…
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 moment in our history where were all in this together during this trying times) Breakfast…
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. I am full of sad balloons and I keep trying to tie them to any…
The #1 reason I created I Will Dare back in 2000 and why I’ve kept at it for 20 years is because it amuses me. A lot. I was a lonely 28-year-old customer service rep living in a shitty apartment, I needed something to amuse me. A lot. I Will Dare checks all my boxes. It lets me try my hand at graphic design, writing, and some technical stuff. Granted there was way more technical stuff back in 2000 when…
Am I going to blog about a dream I had like I’m 15 and it’s 1987 and I’m writing with purple marker in a notebook with pink paper? YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS I AM! Last night I dreamt I went to a library. Not any library I can remember ever being in, but it was wonderful — full of books and people. It was sunny out and I was very happy walking up to the library, which was kinda…