I am working back into the habit of blogging every day — not because I feel like I have to, but because I want to — and I just realized that I almost let Friday pass without a single log-in. I have a little more than one hour to write and publish. Ack! This would be so much easier if I had anything to say about any things.
I could simply post a quote, a thought from someone else. That would probably be the smart thing to do.
Should I tell you about how sick I am of Oprah? She has a network all to herself. She calls it OWN. Because that’s what she believes she does with everything. I don’t watch anything she puts out there, but I’m over seeing her face at least once or twice a week as I’m scrolling through channels. I’m bothered by the fact that I’m blogging about it.
Should I confess to you that I miss my 1994 wardrobe? It was so effortless! Disheveled was “in.” Jeans, Burkenstocks, flannel shirt over a T. I’m 34, and that look just doesn’t work for me anymore. Or anyone, for that matter.
I’m enjoying fall. Everything from the colors and the changes in the sunlight to the temperatures is perfect. Once all of the leaves have fallen, I won’t like the drab look of the trees. But, right now is a beautiful time. I need to get out and take some pictures.
My kids are excited about making these:
I’m reading a book called Triumphing Over Sinful Fear. I’m learning that fear is at the root of many of my problems/issues/sins.
Only five minutes remain for publishing this on Friday. Signing off…