September 2017 – weeknight quilting

Touchstones

Today was hard. I felt easily bruised, easily offended. One of those days where being a grown up and choosing not to take my toys and go home was hard. I have a pit of anxiety that I can’t quite place. And I am oh so hungry. I have learned in my baby-steps meditation practiceContinue reading “Touchstones”

Mocktails and inventory

There was this brief moment when I was perfectly together. At least that was my memory. At the time I am sure I felt like I had many things to improve. But I was healthy (thinner) and had almost no debt. I remember wearing a crisp white shirt and fixing seltzer water with lots ofContinue reading “Mocktails and inventory”