I’m trying to get back in the habit of just writing, and not angsting about it. Both with my fiction stuff, and here on ye old blog. Right now, I have ten minutes till I have to go pick up the HRH at cheer practice. I could just say “that’s not enough time to write anything decent” and that would be ENTIRELY TRUE. But I’m going to write something anyway.
I got a Bob Marley purse last week. Ordered it from CafePress with my spiffy employee discount. I love Bob Marley, because mellow.
Sometimes I just need to chill out my inner drama queen, and Bob Marley is a good antidote for freaking out. Also? Babies love Bob Marley. Seriously. I’ve been working in the nursery at church for like, a year and a half. And we have lots of tricks to get them to calm down when they get fussy, but when all else fails? BOB MARLEY. Just hum the chorus of “Three Little Birds” or “One Love” and they will calm the heck down.
Anyway, the purse I got is a pretty painting of three little birds over a landscape, with the words “every little thing is gonna be alright” on it in a pretty, fluid script. In orange, which is tied with purple for my favorite color. I needed a new purse because I have rubbed the pleather right off my old one. And I figured I needed to carry around with me the reminder that every little thing is gonna be alright, because, well, it is.
I hope every little thing is alright with you guys. I have had kind of a stressful October so far. Really, the opposite of September, which once again exceeded expectations in every way. Had a brief, insane moment when I thought it would be a good idea for the entire family to audition for a musical at our local community theater. Because with two forty year olds, a sixteen year old boy, and a nine year old girl, there’s actually not that much we all enjoy doing together. But then I realized that the HRH has cheer, and the Man gets called to work emergency water leaks unexpectedly, and I’m supposed to be writing a novel in November. So, not a really practical idea.
That’s the end of my ten. Thanks for hanging out in my head with me.