Posted in Written Word Wednesdays

Written Word Wednesday: My Own Truth

*taps microphone* Ahem…ahem.  Is this thing on???

Dear Readers!!!

I’m afraid I’m a bit rusty with this whole writing a blog post thing, so this may be a bit sloppy.  BUT, I am writing, and that is something. How have you all been? I know for me it has been almost a full year and a half since I’ve written anything, and boy, has my life been a whirlwind since I last wrote!

I have to say that I’ve been out of sorts for awhile.  Those who know me know how much I love reading and writing. I don’t think I’ve written anything significant since at least September of last year (it’s most likely longer). It is almost March–three months into 2016–and I have yet to finish my first book of the new year (I’m about halfway through). Not good enough, I say. Not. Good. Enough.

Mr Lemoncello Library
If any of you were curious, here’s the book I’m halfway done with. It’s marked as ages 8-12, and honestly, that’s all I can deal with right now. It’s been quite entertaining so far, though!

I’ve been trying to get the willpower up to do a new blog post for at least the last several months. A couple days ago, inspiration struck. I saw a link on The Daily Post, and I immediately thought, “Okay. I’m ready to start blogging again”:

Emerson Blast of a Trumpet
BAM. There it is. If any of you have been following me since the beginning of my blog where the background was the Sticky Notes on my desktop, you’d know why this spoke to me so much.

Probably since around October or November, I’ve hit what some might call a quarter-life crisis.  Problem is, I’m 8 years past the quarter-life crisis age.  I was basically given an ultimatum to figure out the ONE SPECIFIC THING I wanted to do with my life. No Plan B-Z. No different paths to choose from. No “umbrella” goal where I can branch out into different possibilities.  “It’s too many options,” my ultimatum-giver (who shall remain nameless) said.  “Nothing else has worked so far, so it’s time to put all your eggs in one basket and just go for it.”

So I’ve gone on a sometimes-painful, sometimes-exhausting, always-terrifying soul search these last several months.

Truth? I’ve come up pretty empty. I started a Pinterest board entitled “Who I Want to Be”, and I have to admit I almost broke down in tears because I couldn’t come up with one single pin for at least a month. (That’s saying a lot, considering that I have a total of over 8,000 pins for all my other boards. So yeah, obviously no problems there.) I’m nearly done with the newest edition of “What Color is Your Parachute?” (this is the third time I’ve attempted to finish this book over the years, and this time is the closest I’ve gotten to actually finishing it), and that’s helping a bit. We’ll see where that goes.

Loooooooooong story short, after nearly 34 years of life, I’ve come back to the horrifying question of “Who Am I?”.

I thought I knew. I came out of college, a bit overconfident in my success of figuring out what I wanted to do, while others my age had no freaking clue what they wanted to do or who they wanted to be.

Now I’m struggling with that.

What I do know–the one, universal thing; the compass that has remained true for what I feel has been my entire life–is that I love words.  I have always loved words, and I will always love words.  So that’s a start.  Let’s start with that, and go from there, shall we?

Here are some of my favorite quotes. My “trumpet blasts”, if you will:

Another Emerson quote:

What is Success?

To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;

To appreciate beauty;
To find the best in others;

To leave the world a bit better, whether by
a healthy child, a garden patch
or a redeemed social condition;

To know even one life has breathed
easier because you have lived;

This is to have succeeded.


This one is my very favorite Martin Luther King, Jr. quote. Confession: I first came upon it while reading Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl’s “Beautiful Creatures”. But I loved it so much that I’ve been strongly considering getting it as a tattoo.  I even went so far as to take some Sharpies and writing it on my thigh to see if I liked the look of it on my body. I did. 🙂

Darkness cannot drive out darkness;
only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate;
only love can do that.

I have so many favorite quotes, but these have been the ones I’ve gone to over and over again throughout the years; the ones that give me strength; the ones I share with others time and time again. So yes, I suppose you could say these are my “Bible verses” of sorts.

Now comes the hard part: my own truth. The message I’d like to share and have others put in their inspirational journals. Well, I think that would take a lot of searching through my old journals and poems. For now, I’ll leave these quotes from a poem I wrote during my whirlwind last year, when a lot of my writing came from when I was a mentor for kiddos (more specifics later):

I’ll be a warrior of confidence,
turn the careful stippling on of my face paint
into a definitive slap so forceful
that wet specks splatter onto my eyelashes,
and I don’t blink.


an arrogant sword is made stronger
by tempering it with humility


I think at this point in my life, those two speak to my truth more than anything right now.  I’m striving to be confident. In so many aspects of my life: myself, my future, my goals, my opinions. I’m not there yet, but I hope to work on getting to that “definitive slap” level.

As far as the arrogance, I’d like to think I’m far from that. But I’ve run into a lot of arrogant people, and I hope to bring them the humility to temper their arrogant sword.

And there it is!  Whoa! A completed blog post! My first in almost a year and a half. I’m going to click publish now, before I lose the nerve.

But before I do that, some questions to answer in the comments:  what is YOUR own truth? What are your favorite quotes that get you through life?  What are you struggling with right now?  Are you going through a crisis of some sort?  Do you know what you want to do with your life?  What inspires you?  Or if anything, just give me a big ol’ hello and let me know how it’s going. I’ve missed you all. ❤

To Finding Your Own Truth,



Posted in Ta-Da! Tuesdays

Ta-Da! Tuesday: Spicing Up My Life

So originally I was going to post about mine and my husband’s date to Hawaii (you’ll have to wait for it…it’s worth it!), but that’ll take a lot longer than I have the patience for right now.

How was everyone’s weekend?  (also too tired for a good segue…)  Mine was kind of a roller coaster.  On the bright side, I am getting paid to do a job for the first time in over a year.  And it was for editing, so it was something enjoyable and something I’ve had experience in and–most importantly–something I went to school for.

As cool as that was, I started to get a horrible case of cabin fever after staring at a manuscript on a computer screen for a combined total of 20 hours.  I wanted to get out and have fun in some in snow.  The hubby and I were originally planning to go snowshoeing, but we had to cancel because we were both feeling under the weather.

Instead, we planned to do something a little less strenuous:  still play out in the snow, or take a walk in a park, or go on a bike ride.  It never happened, though.  We tried again on Monday, but still no park.  It made me super-cranky, and hubby tried to make it up to me by saying we could go out for dinner somewhere and eat and read.  Perfect way to my heart, right?  Except I got way too indecisive about where I wanted to go out to dinner that we ran out of time for the night and had to cancel everything.  Again.

Today, I decided to be proactive and actually do something.  I got my dose of the outside by walking the doggie, but then I took the $20 we had set aside for the date and did a three-part date of sorts.  So I present to you, a three-part, under $20 date:

Part 1: Candlelight dinner (with candles we already had), 99-cent green tea-flavored ginger ale in wine glasses to make it look fancy, rice (made at home), $3.50 chicken coconut curry (it was a soup in the “fresh-made food” section at the grocery store, but it was pretty much curry, not soup, so I put it over rice to make it more filling), $1.50 coconut water, $6ish dollars on “other stuff” (which I’ll go into later in this post).

Total: approximately $12.

Part 2: Relaxing and reading at a cozy cafe.  About $7 for our drinks.

No worries; we were able to afford a drink for each of us, but one person* likes to chug their coffee a little faster than the other, so this was the only cup left after I decided I wanted to take a picture.

Added to the running total: $19.

Part 3: This is my “ta-da!” moment.  I don’t know why it never occured to me before, since hubby and I are huge fans of chips and salsa, but it hit me only today that it would be fun (and less expensive!) to make some pico de gallo from scratch.  So I bought the chips and the ingredients to make pico de gallo, which we made after dinner and let marinade while we grabbed the coffee.  It was GENIUS, because we have vastly differing opinions when it comes to what kind of salsa we like.  Our compromise has come in the form of medium-hot Pace Picante Sauce, but if we were left to pick our own, he would pick flaming-hot Pace or pico de gallo or salsa verde, and I would be all about a milder, sweeter salsa like mango-peach.  Or just do guacamole.

So when we made this pico de gallo, we made separate batches for each person.  He added a ton of garlic and jalapeno, and I added a big helping of the red onion and lime juice and had much less cilantro than is usually found in your typical salsa.  We were both happy campers at the end of the day, and we each enjoyed our yummy batches with some chips as we caught up on the latest How I Met Your Mother and giggled at the Inauguration Day recaps from John Stewart and Stephen Colbert.


Super-blurry…and only… picture of my batch before it all disappeared.

It was a great night and it helped to put the crazy weekend behind me.  Bring on the rest of the week!  🙂

*Okay, fine.  Hubby actually drinks his coffee at a pretty normal rate, while I can make a cup of coffee (or in this case, an Irish Cream hot chocolate…try it if you never have), even if it’s just a 12 oz./tall, last all freakin’ day long.  Truth be told, this picture wasn’t even taken at the cafe.  This is at the end of the night, in our bedroom, 3 hours after I received the drink.  And there was still a few good gulps left in it.  🙂

Wishing You All a Chance to Turn the Bad Into Good,