Tag: happiness

Aaaaagh, I'm not good at attachment either some days, but seriously, I like space more than I like stuff.

in which there are infinite possibilities

So that thing I said about posting more destash early last week: what I meant to say was middle of this week, really. I’ve had this pile set aside all week, I just couldn’t get around to snapping pictures; I’d have time, but it would only be in the evening, or I’d have afternoon time, but I’m a tool and…

on tiny, meowing surprises

I woke up this morning and I thought I knew what this day was all about. Our daughter hasn’t been sleeping well. I think it’s a combination of things: PMS, stress over college (which LOOMS over all of us lately), and a general heredity tendency towards insomnia, for which I am deeply chagrined. It’s been getting worse and worse over…

on falling

  This life, it isn’t always easy. It’s legs that don’t work correctly, a clouded mind and hands that feel like they’re on fire. It’s a husband with a rare and nameless blood disorder that’s waiting for the next opportunity to steal ability, thought and possibly his life. It’s war, an endless war that takes my friends and doesn’t give…