31 Days

In an effort to get into a better habit of writing, I am participating in an online workshop at Big Picture Scrapbooking, hosted by Ali Edwards.

I don’t know if I will publish the daily exercises that I complete. Not sure where I’m going with those yet.

So far the prompts given are interesting. I’m looking forward to jumping in.

The workshop started about a week ago and I’ve printed off all the things that have been given so far. Since it is an online class there is no ‘being behind’, it is a self-paced thing.

A problem that has already risen is when will I actually write? Mornings are the best for me generally, but now most mornings are filled with this…

and this…

…and they are not quiet.

But they sure are cute, aren’t they?

I may have to go to the library…..

So Many Things…

First of all, let me start out by saying that I need a new desk chair.
This one I am sitting in I bought in Indiana around 1996-ish and it’s having a hard time with aging. It keeps sinking, little by little, until I feel like I’m in a kids chair.
Very annoying.
Second, it’s not the only thing around here having an issue with age.
I turned 50 this month and it’s kicking my butt!
I’ve been moody, bitchy, short tempered, blah, blah, blah…
I’ve always had an issue with birthdays for one reason or another. I’ve had a couple spectacular celebrations thanks to loved ones found during my adult years and I love them for that, but all in all, I really don’t care about birthdays.
For those who know me, my first ‘worst’ birthday was my 16th which came the day after my mother passed away.
My second ‘worst’ birthday was my 42nd when I realized I had outlived my mother, who was only 41 when she died.
Since 1988 my birthday has been wrapped up in two other holidays, our wedding anniversary and Mother’s Day, kept nice and warm within my family, most times keeping those nightmarish feeling at bay while surrounded by my girls and my sweet husband.
This year, the nightmare is back…
with horns!
It didn’t help that my meds were messed up. Lord knows I need them, want them and really don’t want to be that person I am without them. I think I’m getting back to my version of normal.
Other things have crossed my mind about this monumental birthday. Is menopause rearing it’s ugly head?  Who knows. If it is and this is the way about it, I’m going to need to double my dose of meds. Yeah, double. Then reevaluate. May need my own place for a while to save the sanity of husband and child. Padded walls, straight jacket. Yup. That’s the ticket.
Another result of this rather crappy time is I find myself just sitting and staring at this damn computer screen, wanting to write, wanting to get it down on paper, so to speak, and just…
Stuck.
Damn.