The Blogging Bae

  Well, my first day at my new job absolutely kicked my ass. I hated it! Sad but oh so very true. The worst part about it, I fell into pieces when I got home. Also, very sad but oh so true.   Yeah, I admit it… I am a crier. Even though I don’t cry over everything or cry all the time… my emotions run deep and they are very much in existence. This is a part of myself I wish I could change but at 42, know that just isn’t going to happen and me trying to change this is a lost cause.  I might have a tough exterior but on the inside, I’m as fragile as they come.  Why was my first day so terrible???  To begin with, I was “training” if that’s what you even call it for a job I wasn’t hired to do. Honestly, I didn’t mind the back breaking work I just endured… I’ve just never done it before and will also admit that I made a handful of mistakes.  I hate making mistakes even though I know this is how most people learn. I’m not perfect and know I will flub up along the way but I was really just told

For the past week or so I have felt this immense energy. It’s hard to actually describe but the best I can do is relate it to what I felt on January 1st, 2020.  Just like on New Year’s Day that year, this same energy is not a heavy one… like it’s not shrouded in gloom and doom. It’s just a feeling that alludes to a shift. Something big is going to happen.  A few months into 2020, I associated this feeling with a pandemic in full swing but then things started shifting for me personally and that feeling I had, I truly believe, had mostly everything to do with me.  Doors were opening. Massive, weighty doors that I had been trying to pry open for years. Doors that represented wants and desires.  2020 was the year I started writing again. It was also the year that everything seemed to start lining up. Maybe it was because it was the year I was finally forced to stop and reevaluate what I truly wanted in life but also maybe because it was the only time any of us really got an opportunity to

  The other day I wrote about dreams. Not of the ‘personal goals’ variety but actual dreams you have when you sleep.   I have them all the time. I remember them mostly and sometimes they are eerily accurate.  And sometimes they don’t make any sense at all!  But if you are, like me, the type of person that knows most dreams mean more than just another show you watch when you fall sleep… dreams run deeper than one psychological book would say. They are more in-depth than what you have on your mind that day.  Bear with me if you have heard this all before but here we go again with the mystery I have been trying to solve for almost a year now.  A while back I noticed a new follower on Spotify. I noticed them right away. I don’t have a large amount to begin with but what stood out was their name. If I put the letters together, I came up with someone I actually knew. I blame all those road trips I took as a kid where we played the license plate game or the fact that vanity plates are such a

When I sleep I dream. I remember these dreams as if I was really there and for a while now my dream state is one of the main places I communicate with friends that have come and gone.  Most of the time, I love my dream world… specifically one place I often visit and know like the back of my hand. I haven’t been to this place in a while though and last time I was there was last year.    Right before a certain someone I saw in my dream reappeared back into my life.  However, they appeared as a stranger and I didn’t see the face. Just an arm full of tattoos and a motorcycle helmet that they wore.  At first, I thought it was just another human I met in this dream place because I often do meet strangers here… but then when they stepped into my reality.. this meeting made more sense. This was them and this was a premonition.  Now, I dream of them at least once a week… far more than I am ever willing to share. Not because I don’t want to, they just have made the choice to not make time for me

  Good morning friends, it’s Sunday here where I live and I got up early to embrace the day with full speed ahead. Even though I am fighting, yet again, another damn cold.  In about eight working business days, I will be reclaiming my life. I will be ending one chapter to start a new exciting one. I will no longer be looking at Sunday’s as going by way too fast or a ticking time clock calling me to bed.  I, come August 26th, will be putting my teacher’s hat away. Although this decision has been mulled over for months now and comes in waves in the most bitter and sweet of ways, it was a decision I had to make and a decision I am happy with making.  And even though I am a damn good teacher, my passion for teaching is no longer there… and I truly believe you should be passionate about what you do and where you place your majority of time and energy. Otherwise you are going to spend a lot of time regretting what you could have actually done.  This job, as a whole, is swallowing me hole. Wh