For me, my petty actions stop at making faces, showing them my middle finger, or mummers of discontent. It lasts maybe a minute. Maybe 5 minutes. On occasion, I’ll come home and complain to my husband. Rarely have I acted on it. That is exactly what I did this past week.
I have spite hair.
As I went through and combined stories, changed ideas, and moved things around I came to one solid conclusion. Idea #1 is my least favorite. Goodbye housewife story.
Your Story is Calling…
I recently received and email with the subject line “Your story is calling…” The anxiety that formed from that simple subject line was gut wrenching. And it’s true. My story is calling.
I have changed the URL for this site. Nothing has changed really. It’s still wordpress. And I’m still Lucille. I have just changed the URL address to reflect my name.
I’ve been absent. Not only absent of mind but also of heart. I lost heart. My writing didn’t seem important. It is important. This is my dream. It is what I want. I have to fight. I have to fight myself. I am indeed my own worst enemy. This fear is unfounded. It is not … Read More “Grow” »