It's all good

I'm driving a long way away. And back again. I'm so excited. Get to visit a new country, new city, new places with TB. The driving actually doesn't phase me in the slightest. I know my limits... I know I get to the 4 hour mark and I need to stop for stuff (food/drink/others). The bit that has me a bit arggh is the threat of bad weather - how many blankets do you put in the car? How many coats do you take? and also general car stuff. My Angelo is rather much like the man he was named after... solid, foreign, silver and has a temper. BUT Angelo (both) likes a long journey, so I'm sure we'll be a-okay.

I'm in a strange mood. I think it's the lack of sunshine...or maybe other stuff. I'm sure this weekend will fix it all. Trips away always do, they give us clarity and focus for the months ahead.

And I look at my bits and pieces of writing and for the most part, they are just ramblings, words caught up in the moment of where I was. But I know those words, I know the emotion behind them, the feelings, the thoughts I had. I do wish there was some continuity.... less jumble. And I know I should be more disciplined, but actually I live a lot. Rather experience life than write it? I'm not sure that's 100% true, because we're never very sure of the time we have.

Yes, new glasses, new eyes to see things a little bit differently. It's all good.

*And I've realised this is a jumble of words in itself.... starting and stopping every hour is not good for the blog*

visions

I wonder how much clearer I'll see when I get my new glasses.

Will my vision be unclouded?

Will I see everything for what it is? 

Might be a little exciting... but I do believe the blinkers are coming off and my sight is getting better.

Or maybe I don't need glasses to show me where to go.

Feline dislike

When you are tired
Emotional
Angry at yourself
But being positive at the same time
You burn
When the people you love
Have to live
With it
Your Stupidness
You suck.
You need to be there for the ones you love
But instead
You screw up.
And make them feel worse.
You wish you had been rational.
You wish you had been yourself
But you weren't, some idiot took over...who was that?
You like that there's nothing you can't say but only when it's you saying it.
That sleep deprived, job hating idiot should shut up. Where did she come from?
You're sorry.

Hearting the brain

It's my first blog of the year I think. And it's not that I've shied away from the whoohoo it's a new year postings. But I kind of have. My head is in a spin over what I'm hoping it will bring.  Certain things I want far more of...laughter, trips, sunshine and promos. I don't doubt that's what is there to strive for. I guess the biggest issue is how to attain. But that's ok. We all love a challenge. I've already been so excited at plans we are putting into place....that it's easy to become a little jaded and flumpy that things don't happen faster. But Rome and building. I know it's all bite size chunks. It's just marrying up the brain with the heart. The heart that wants it with every beat and the brain that knows to wait is the bigger reward.

A short blog yes. But this method of phone annoys me.