[tweetthis]My grandma said the older she got the faster time seemed to go.[/tweetthis]
OMGoodness. Here it is almost the middle of November, and October got away from me. We’ve already had our first snowfall.
I managed just two weeks of the “30 Days of Self-Love.”
[icon name=”frown-o” class=”” unprefixed_class=””] I never took a single nap;
[icon name=”frown-o” class=”” unprefixed_class=””] I didn’t take a selfie;
[icon name=”frown-o” class=”” unprefixed_class=””] I didn’t say no;
[icon name=”frown-o” class=”” unprefixed_class=””] I didn’t do anything that scares me;
[icon name=”frown-o” class=”” unprefixed_class=””] I didn’t do anything artistic;
[icon name=”frown-o” class=”” unprefixed_class=””] I didn’t spend a day doing nothing.
However, after reviewing the 30 days, I can say I do a pretty good job of loving myself without the prompts. Because:
[icon name=”smile-o” class=”” unprefixed_class=””] I did pet my cats;
[icon name=”smile-o” class=”” unprefixed_class=””] I did compliment a stranger;
[icon name=”smile-o” class=”” unprefixed_class=””] I did work on decluttering;
[icon name=”smile-o” class=”” unprefixed_class=””] I did ‘hygge it up” by surrounding myself with family and friends (Halloween Party, dinner with a new work friends, spending time with Mr. L, a wedding shower…)
[icon name=”smile-o” class=”” unprefixed_class=””] I did take a bath (more than one, actually.)
I planned to participate in NaNoWriMo:
It’s not too late. Due to my new gig technical writing, I’ve let that creative side take a back seat. That’s where my bliss is, so I’m determined to let loose. Eldie’s all grown up now, it’s after WWII, and new things are happening for him and his best friend and brother Dallas. Yes, Ephraim the two of them are still in contact with Ephraim, and you haven’t seen the last of Cecilea.
I have a reader for the audio version of A Ship of Pearl. I had hoped to have it ready by Christmas. Maybe Springtime. Fingers crossed for me, please.
I have a new Read-to-me book swirling around in my head. It’s about a little girl with golden hair, skin like polished marble, and a mouth like a rose-bud. She’s born in a land that’s different shades of grey; even green is a muddled grey-green.
I wonder how much it counts to compose in my head.
Osteomyelitis reared its ugly head.
Yes, CoCo must go for more surgeries. I suppose it’s poetic that it’s nearly Veterans’ Day is when we get notified that surgery is imminent. I won’t bore (or gross you out) with the gory details or click here. If you want to know about our former ordeal, just enter osteomyelitis in the search panel. I’m trying hard not to get ahead of myself, but for the Love of Pete, I wish this was behind us for good.
Prayers are appreciated.