Text Post: or I not longer have expectations for my blog
Upon my word, I do believe I have reached a new record in ignoring my blog and allowing great opportunities to pass by.
However, I have found that in promising to do better, I sabotage myself. Therefore, I promise nothing. I commit to nothing. I am only here because it brings me joy to write. I do love this blog. It contains all the crazy of my 14-year-old self and on, thus it is a part of who I am and who I shall become.
If I get nothing out of this place but the feeling of finally shaking this terrible cabin fever, I shall be happy.
North Dakota winters are murderous. It is the longest six months of the year and the last three are the worst. I spend my days hoping that the sun will shine and that the temperature rises above 25 degrees Farenhight. Nights are bad because I am too restless to sleep. 3 AM brings that crazy voice in the back of your head that chants, " you should be sleeping, ooooh girl you gonna be so tired tomorrow." That's right, my inner crazy is a lot more gangster than me. She scares me a little.
It doesn't matter, I still end up shaking her hand as she once again settles into her bean bag chair and sips her orange juice. (Have I mentioned my deep love for orange juice. That stuff is the nectar of eternal youth. At least it's the cure-all for the mom of a one-year-old.)
Somewhere around 3:30 AM my brain's Maintenance Officer starts shutting off main power switches and shouting " PUT THOSE LIGHTS OUT," and my exhausted body finally clocks out for the night.
Life with my baby girl is....marvelous. I mean that most sincerely. Her discovery of the world around her brings me such great joy and makes me laugh daily.
This morning she is wandering the living room as I write. Currently, she has curled up by the back door to watch the rain and slip quietly into and tiny snoring nap. I forget how quite my home can be when I've turned the TV off and the construction outside is put on hold because of the weather.
Today I think I shall enjoy the rain. At least it's not snowing.
However, I have found that in promising to do better, I sabotage myself. Therefore, I promise nothing. I commit to nothing. I am only here because it brings me joy to write. I do love this blog. It contains all the crazy of my 14-year-old self and on, thus it is a part of who I am and who I shall become.
If I get nothing out of this place but the feeling of finally shaking this terrible cabin fever, I shall be happy.
North Dakota winters are murderous. It is the longest six months of the year and the last three are the worst. I spend my days hoping that the sun will shine and that the temperature rises above 25 degrees Farenhight. Nights are bad because I am too restless to sleep. 3 AM brings that crazy voice in the back of your head that chants, " you should be sleeping, ooooh girl you gonna be so tired tomorrow." That's right, my inner crazy is a lot more gangster than me. She scares me a little.
It doesn't matter, I still end up shaking her hand as she once again settles into her bean bag chair and sips her orange juice. (Have I mentioned my deep love for orange juice. That stuff is the nectar of eternal youth. At least it's the cure-all for the mom of a one-year-old.)
Somewhere around 3:30 AM my brain's Maintenance Officer starts shutting off main power switches and shouting " PUT THOSE LIGHTS OUT," and my exhausted body finally clocks out for the night.
Life with my baby girl is....marvelous. I mean that most sincerely. Her discovery of the world around her brings me such great joy and makes me laugh daily.
This morning she is wandering the living room as I write. Currently, she has curled up by the back door to watch the rain and slip quietly into and tiny snoring nap. I forget how quite my home can be when I've turned the TV off and the construction outside is put on hold because of the weather.
Today I think I shall enjoy the rain. At least it's not snowing.
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