Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Too Soon

I love you, Bella bear. Always.
My sweet Bella died yesterday.

I would say my heart is broken, but I don't think it is.  You see, when your heart is just a few notches softer than average, it doesn't cleanly break in two.

It is simply crushed.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Inspiration Monday: The Spring Has Sprung

This spring and I have a lot in common. It is a hardworking little fellow, coiled tight and ready to bear the weight of whatever comes pressing on it. Then, if all goes well, it will bounce right back to where it started and wait until it is needed again. I like to think I share some of these attributes, and that somewhere along the line someone will remark that, like the spring, I am at least somewhat useful in my simplicity. 


Since I am a person and not actually a spring, I should be able to uncoil myself at the end of a long day to relax with a beverage and go about whatever unproductive activities non-spring people feel like doing of an evening.

I am not doing this right.

I am not doing this at all.

I am failing at not being a tight-coiled little spring, and all my bends are weary. I write this tonight not to whine, not to philosophize, or even much to inspire except to say that I am trying to uncoil myself and be a person, one who remembers she likes to write, who can pay attention for a whole movie, and who would cut off circulation in her whole body rather than disturb a sleeping cat. I miss these things about myself, and if you're like me, you probably know what I mean.

Here is the inspiration part: the only element necessary to change is the desire to do so.

Even stupid springs know that.