Of Time Well Spent

Current time: 12:30 a.m. (Unfortunately, not five o’clock somewhere anymore.)

Current Mood: Sleepy

Caffeine Level: Pleasantly Decreasing

Words Written In Past 48 hours: At least 5,000

Today, my 1 year old, who is nearly two, went to bed early. For anyone who simply does not understand the struggle of a toddler who does not sleep, here is a little glimpse:

I Have a Dream sleep

No sleep

Tiny Human

When said tiny human does happen to fall asleep it feels like this:

So Much Win

So, with that being said, tonight felt like I was Dobby, who had just been given a sock. (Also, my home may look as if there is not a house elf living here anymore, but that is entirely beside the point.) Because of this, I have been able to watch two whole episodes of Once Upon A Time and knit my first attempt at a Slytherin beanie! This may not seem like much, but for someone who always feels busy every hour of the day, this is a huge accomplishment.

With Christmas coming closer, I am beginning the task of making all of the gifts homemade this year, as I had previously decided I would. Although it will take longer, knitting and such is quite therapeutic for me. It helps me channel my pottery demolishing urges upon becoming extremely ticked off. Really, I’m not only doing this for me, but for all the pottery that was not made simply to be broken. It’s a win-win. 🙂

Ps. Happy International Coffee Day!

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Writer Meets Life

Time: 9:19 a.m.

Mood: Hungry

Caffeine Level: Dangerously Low

Words Written Today: Nada

I’ve come to the conclusion that to make it anywhere in life, sometimes the best course to take is beginning anew. It may not always be easy, but if anyone works hard to reach their goals, it will be damn sure worth it. As J.K. Rowling once said, “Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life,” Due to may different factors, here I am, at this point.

As a fledgling writer, with big dreams and even bigger bills to pay, I work a day job. One day I hope to make enough money where I can simply be at home with my family writing, not having to worry about whether or not the next customer will be the person to finally drive me over the edge. If you can’t tell by the previous statement that I work retail, maybe the varieties of alcohol in my fridge will convince you. Of course, the point at which I no longer have to work underpaid remains a long ways off, if ever.

Meandering through life, I have found that blogging about it makes it infinitely better. So, if you like me enjoy writing or listening to the ramblings of a twenty something born again blogger, stop on by. I promise a healthy balance between sanity, and my attempted disaster at cooking the Thanksgiving turkey for the second year of my marriage. We are given one life, and I intend to live it, pen at the ready.