The following may contain affiliate links, which means if you click on a link and make a purchase, you’re supporting me and my writing without spending anything extra. Thank you! I feel like I’ve been stuck in this weird universe where weeks fly by, but days go slowly. In particular, this season was more bizarre than even spring was with its pandemics and new schedules. Perhaps I’ve gotten too used to not having anything to do quickly or seeing tomorrow…
Here I sit in my air-conditioned office, hiding from the heat of summer blazing outside these freshly painted walls. It almost seems silly to call this a “spring” update when it’s been summertime for what feels like ages. At the same time, I don’t know how it became June already, let alone July. I’m finally used to writing “June” in my journal, and now it will change again, leaving ink marks where I unthinkingly write the wrong month. But, the…
The last time I wrote one of these updates, the world was a completely different place. Now, I find myself trying to even remember writing those words, feeling those feelings, and realizing the new things I learned then. I just went back to look at what I wrote about all those years ago that was actually only three months ago, and I WROTE ABOUT FACE MASKS, Y’ALL. I. Wrote. About. Masks. BEFORE. It. Was. Cool. and I can’t get over…
I’m currently writing about poems I’ve been writing during this time, a series of prompts called “Pieces in the Pause” by Indelible Ink Writers. To see more, see this post. April 17th was supposed to be my little sister’s first formal, but (surprise, surprise) it was at postponed until June. The next day, we were to go to a For King & Country concert with our church family, but that too was cancelled. In light of all the cancellations and disappointments,…
I’m currently writing about poems I’ve been writing during this time, a series of prompts called “Pieces in the Pause” by Indelible Ink Writers. To see more, see this post. This one has a different feel to it than others I have written lately. It’s one with as many meanings behind it as one can imagine, and that’s the beauty of poetry. It can mean one thing to me, and something completely different to every person who reads it. The more…
I’m currently writing about poems I’ve been writing during this time, a series of prompts called “Pieces in the Pause” by Indelible Ink Writers. To see more, see this post. Do you feel it too? The way the days all run together like a train that’s looked on from afar. You know there are spaces between it, but it’s hard to see, similar to how a lot of us feel right now. Easter came and went without much ado. It was…
I’m currently writing about poems I’ve been writing during this time, a series of prompts called “Pieces in the Pause” by Indelible Ink Writers. To see more, see this post. The second prompt of the first week was “Though the Days Are Long” and I am sure that resonates with a lot of us. I couldn’t help but think about the to-do lists everyone seemed to have, at least at the beginning of this, and my own list and how…
I have the most Katherine excuse ever for not posting anything here lately. If you know me personally, you are probably familiar with my fingernails. If not, perhaps you should know I take great pride in my nails since my hair won’t grow much past my shoulders. Unlike my hair, my nails are oddly strong and grow to great lengths. However, long nails and keyboards do not get along. This is probably why I don’t play the piano very well,…
It’s been a long winter, y’all. January was pretty quiet. I got a few colds but did my best to stay well for my February 3 appointment at Hershey since we were doing a repeat chest CT to see if what was in my lungs was from a viral infection or if it was whatever has been growing in there. I will note, toward the beginning of the month a lot of my family members got sick with something odd,…
Ever feel like you’re trying to get somewhere but you’re not going very fast? You put in the time and effort, work as hard as you can, yet the amount of things you have left to do feels untouched, unmoved, unproductive? Yesterday, I moved two tons of bricks. At least, that’s what I’ve calculated from my brother’s estimation of the weight upon completion of our little project. And I’m kind of proud of myself. As I write this, we are…