Today feels like the real wrap up of summer here, and it’s one of those changes you can actually see and hear. Just a few days ago the town was bursting at the seams, with voices carrying up from the beach starting before 6:30 in the morning and still drifting through the streets at one … Continue reading Back to normal …
Tag: writing
Brené Brown – am I right?
Have you ever heard someone say something that didn’t just sound wise but actually cracked you open and changed how you lived? I’m not talking about a quote you slap on a mug and put on Etsy for “inspiration,” or some obscure line you drop at a party to make yourself sound smarter than you … Continue reading Brené Brown – am I right?
The Mirror
On my bathroom mirror there is a blue index card, taped up with regular old invisible tape. The card itself hasn’t faded, but you can see the marks where the tape has been peeled off and stuck back down, because I’ve moved it from mirror to mirror, or sometimes pressed it to another card when … Continue reading The Mirror
Another One of Those Weeks
Lord, what I wouldn’t give for just a few weeks of mundane problems. The kind of “everyday annoyances” that don’t feel like they’re going to change the entire course of your life. I try to keep perspective. I look at the world and see people suffering in ways I can’t even imagine, and compared to … Continue reading Another One of Those Weeks
Stepped Back to Step Forward
I’ve been quiet for a couple of days, partly because I’ve been healing from my falls, partly because I found out my visa renewal is coming up a lot sooner than I thought. (Cue panic, paperwork, and a little bit of hiding.) I promised myself I’d post every day, but sometimes life decides otherwise. But … Continue reading Stepped Back to Step Forward
What happens next?
Well, it happened—I missed a day of posting. Some days you have to just turn it all off for your own well-being, and yesterday was that day. I was overwhelmed this weekend. Between email misunderstandings, rent stress, and the isolation that comes with moving to another country alone, it all just caught up with me. … Continue reading What happens next?
Music as Fuel—and Substance
I swear, the right music is like rocket fuel for my brain. I wonder if everyone works better to music, or if I’m just wired this way. I’m not much for new music (which, at 53, maybe isn’t saying much), but today I worked nearly six hours without a break because I loved every song … Continue reading Music as Fuel—and Substance
Still here.
Today was one of those days, and it has carried over into the night. I’m exhausted, physically and mentally. My limbs feel like they’re filled with wet sand, my brain like it’s running on wine and stress. But before I let the day end, I’m here to say it: I’m still here. Late last year, … Continue reading Still here.
What Do You Love About Where You Live?
That’s easy — the sunrise. I was never an early riser, but since moving to this little fishing town in Spain, I find myself up before the sun. Every day, I watch the sky put on a show as the sun makes its way through it — from oranges and golds to purples and reds, … Continue reading What Do You Love About Where You Live?
Keeping My Chin High (Even When My Neck Disagrees)
Today was my first full day back at work after the week I’ve had. A meeting, three students, and more coffee than should be legal. My coach reminded me not to let the rough parts outweigh the good ones, so I’m keeping my chin high, or at least as high as my back and neck … Continue reading Keeping My Chin High (Even When My Neck Disagrees)
Karla in Spain 