Dearest, Every decision related to you and your belongings that I've made throughout the last 11 years has been out of love. Yes, it's true. Every decision. Out of love for you, Mom. But now, it's all different. I'm different without you here. I must confess, I'm feeling a fresh and new kind of 7-year… Continue reading 7-year itch about everything
Tag: empty nest
Empty nesters’ 24 hours of Christmas leads to dieting
The night lights are out on another Christmas for our family's history books. So here I am on the other side of a few too many cookies and good cheer. Back to the eerie quiet of the empty nest. I'm checking out the aftermath of how Christmas came and went in 24 hours. WTH?! How… Continue reading Empty nesters’ 24 hours of Christmas leads to dieting
How playfulness in your empty nest keeps your brain healthy
The kids are gone, the empty nest is calm, and those endless days of playing games have faded into the background. But, damn...that can be a RUT just waiting to happen. Along with brain fog. It'll roll into our brains that still crave something beyond daily routines. But should empty nesters play games even after… Continue reading How playfulness in your empty nest keeps your brain healthy
As the winding path turns into a blog post
Every morning, I show up to write, to create, to be a blogger. So yeah, I'm an artist of sorts, I tell myself. Man...it has to be tough to be a real artist? You know, like the ones who go to school to be Artists? Maybe the creation of art comes to them easier than… Continue reading As the winding path turns into a blog post
A grudging reconstruction of thoughts on my wardrobe
I'm reflecting on the choices I've made in my wardrobe lately. Although, this week, not so much. It has been a pleasant surprise. Being an empty nester, on a staycation, and no-one but myself, the Mr., and the pets to see me, the wardrobe choices I made this week were beyond minimal. No kidding, if… Continue reading A grudging reconstruction of thoughts on my wardrobe
For the love of rain and naps
Whilst it was raining, I closed my eyes to listen to the rain hitting the window. I love the sounds made by rain hitting surfaces. As a child growing up in a trailer home for shelter, I enjoyed listening to the rain hit our windows and roof. The steady ting, ting, ting sound on the… Continue reading For the love of rain and naps