In part-time custody, the kids have two houses, and that can complicate things It shouldn’t have been phrased as a question. “Do you want to come to our house tonight?” It ought to have been a statement, not an option. … Continue reading 3+ME: Why a “vacation” home is the worst
A live painting, a scavenger hunt, and talking to humans I don’t like talking to humans. My stepkids don’t like coloring books. For last week’s Bristol County Home & Garden Show, both dislikes posed a problem. Let’s start with my … Continue reading 3+ME: Try something different (like meeting readers!)
“Jack came over to me and said, ‘You need to see the scavenger hunt Emely put together!’ And I said, ‘I’m sure it’s great — Emely … Continue reading Making a scavenger hunt (woot!)
That sounds like it should be a drink of some kind, “Octopus on the rocks.” But nope! I mean an actual rock, and a drawing of … Continue reading Octopus on the rocks
When your boss sends an email with the subject, “You do NOT have to say yes…” it sparks a little curiosity. What exactly don’t I have … Continue reading Painting in front of people: March 30
“Where do you picture yourself in ten years?”
Lately I’ve been ALL ABOUT motivational podcasts and online classes and Facebook groups, and they all ask the same thing: What’s your “why”? What motivates you? What’s your ultimate goal for your life?
And sure, I want to “do more with my art” (whatever that means) and “publish my book.”
But what’s my “why,” my reason?
Every day, I tell myself a lie.
“This’ll only take a minute.”
Every. Day.
Every day, I underestimate how much time I’ll end up spending on “This.”
When middle-school-aged me used to fly somewhere, I’d look down at the new city as we were landing, and wonder what life was like for the people there. The people who lived, EVERY DAY, in the places that we were so excited to visit for a little while – did they realize how cool their home was? Did they understand the amazingness of their ho-hum daily grind? And … did they think the same thing about me, when they came to visit where I lived? I still think that when I travel. But this particular morning, I wasn’t traveling. I … Continue reading ho-hum and awesome
