Monthly Archives: April 2016

Friday’s blurb

I’ve failed completely at coming up with original post titles.

Pizza on Wednesday was amazing. So was the cello.

I’m full of hope at the moment, that I can really make it, and make a difference in this world, and live the life that I want.

I’m a S.L.O.B. right now — Sam Lying On Bed; I came up with that yesterday, and had a hearty laugh at myself in the hallway 🙂

Work is great. Crazy busy and exhausting, but somehow I always feel we are making progress, moving forward, learning, laughing, supporting each other and our community, and so, even when I’m so tired I could sleep for three days, I just never want to stop.

I’m looking forward to the weekend and a shower.

And that’s about it for today!

–Sam

 

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Wednesday’s blurb

I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread. — Bilbo Baggins

When the road gets bumpy, I eat chocolate and listen to the soundtrack for Outlander.

I’m thinking I should play some cello and hopefully hear from my sister.

I’m craving consistency and quiet.

However, today, I have the energy to get some of my ducks in a row here at Sami Central, so I’ll hop to it. I love a clean space and good tunes — and pizza for dinner 🙂

I can do this!

Later, alligators.

 

Now. What. When. Soon.

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I  could scribble this out on my chalkboard. Which I should do and have done and would be fun. But for now, this makes the most sense, as my brain is whirling in all sorts of weird and wonderful directions.

***

One step at a time.

A good night’s sleep. Some tv. Play with my dog.

Eat breakfast (pancakes, or yogurt, granola and fruit).

Find a frame and a laundry basket and shop with a vehicle.

Lunch. Go for a walk. Read. Visit. Laugh.

One on one and heart to heart.

Fajitas for dinner. Fiddle later.

Clean air and star gazing and tea in the kitchen over chats on life.

A girl can dream, no?

One step at a time.

***

Mind tags: Laundry, Dogs, Family, Grad, Outlander, Sleep, Soup, Holiday, Shoes, Tech.

Rest, please.

I want to melt into a puddle. It feels stupid to write this, because there’s so much I could write about that would be so much more fun and interesting, but I’m just really tired- still good, but really tired.

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Musings

Sunday started off messy.

I should have clued in faster and looked at my dinky little clock with the temperature reading so that I could have dressed for the 25’s rather than the 5’s. 25! I don’t know if I’m gonna make it through global warming and weather extremes.

So, there I was, sitting on my bed sweating in a t-shirt, feeling so indescribably icky that I took a tepid shower and felt a million times better.

Traded my shoes in. Played fiddle for hours with fresh cut nails! Listened to my favourite tunes on a loop to my complete enjoyment and probable confusion of my building mates. Thought about life in general and  my life in particular.

Thought about when my sister and I would fight given the least provocation, and laughed at the the train of thought that said now sharing space is actually desired. How times change.

Tried to settle and failed miserably. Made rice late and stir-fry sans- onions. No tears.

Feelings of isolation and profound gratefulness.

And rice is done. So, now too is this blog.

 

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Joy is underrated. People tend to put up with ‘good enough’ and put too much emphasis on hard work as the road to achievement. What I’m saying is you don’t have to settle, and not everything needs to be hard.

These are ten things that bring me joy and are effortless…

  • Good food
  • Pajamas
  • Clean glasses (both for drinking and seeing)
  • Just ’cause calls where no one is operating under obligation or with ulterior motives and is just happy to chat about funny Youtube videos, life and anything else that comes to mind
  • Good music
  • Little victories
  • Genuine smiles and laughter
  • When wavelengths match
  • Patterns and symmetry
  • Short nails! 🙂

 

Can Anyone Relate, I Wonder?

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Fall to pieces in the shower. Frustrated with

your own ineptitude. Wanting to bend time

to your will. Fighting the urge to pick up

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an instrument in the small hours. Dreaming of positive

impacts. Hoofbeats and heaving sides, fresh cut

grass and helicopter tails. Quiet houses with eggs

and bacon and books. Happy houses with friends

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and kitchen parties. Inspiration means knowledge

and change. Not pity

and ignorance. Never stop

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learning. Because you build your own history

and must tell your own story. Care for yourself

and for your world. Be conscious

and be kind