Let it go, one more time.

It’s the beginning of February. New month, new motto. This year’s theme is “Keep moving forward” and I doubled up, making it the theme for January as well. February, however, is about channelling my inner Elsa. I always feel good when I make a semi-current reference, like the aforementioned nod to Frozen. It lets me pretend I’m not solidly middle-aged, though ignoring the eye wrinkles … Continue reading Let it go, one more time.

Sometimes, all you need is a sheet mask and a bath bomb.

Trigger warning: it’s long. Also, it’s possible I’m blunt. I was eleven once upon a time, though it’s far enough in the past to refer to as a lifetime ago. Eleven was an important year in my scheme of things. Much happened. I realized my fat legs were destroying any hope I had for a good life, for one thing. [i] Of lesser import was … Continue reading Sometimes, all you need is a sheet mask and a bath bomb.

The Hunter Moon is trying to kill me.

I’ve a lovely post about “could-do” rather than “must-do” going, but I haven’t finished it yet. I’ve another one about Kegels and ear wax that’s little more than a title, the title being “Kegels and ear wax.” Things have been a little chaotic here on Walton Mountain since the October full moon. (update: I’m turfing that wax and Kegel thing. Whatever inspired me is gone.) … Continue reading The Hunter Moon is trying to kill me.