Life has a way of injecting itself and demanding our attention.
I’m currently 49 years old and am still learning about myself, life, and how to effectively interact with others. I’m learning it’s okay to be me, even when I’m not at my best.
My sleep cycle became sporadic after I retired from the clinical field. Before then, I’d sleep at night, like most people, and wake up the next morning.
I tried fighting my sleep schedule before. It became the cycle of a new born baby. I’d go to sleep around 5am and sleep until the afternoon. I finally made up my mind to go with the flow of my brain.
I wrote an article on Friendship a while ago and my mind keeps going back to what “friendship” means to me. Situations and circumstances occur weekly that cause me to ponder, again, what that word means to others.
I won’t say that I love the King James Version (KJV) Bible because I believe it is the only version of the Bible of relevance.
“Vanilla” is a term used within the BDSM community for those who aren’t involved in kinky things, including power exchange dynamics which isn’t necessarily a “kink.” “Vanilla” people are considered typical every day, somewhat boring, and predictable. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t know anyone who doesn’t actually like … say … vanilla ice cream.
My mild OCD dictates a lot of things in my life: how I do things, when I do things, arranging things, time management.
This year has gone by and I sometimes wonder where it went. I was thinking about it the other day and decided to write about it for two reasons: 1) to let you know what’s been going on with me and, 2) to explain why I haven’t been posting much.
I realized NaNoWriMo started the fourth of this month.
I was already four days behind depending on how you looked at it. I completed an extreme rough draft of a novel during NaNoWriMo and my head told me it was in 2016.