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  • School, Work, & Life…at Home

    My house is different today. Very different. I work from home and even homeschooled for a year, but today is the beginning of something brand new. John is downstairs on a call with his coworker doing what he does for his job. Poppy is across the hall in a sociology lecture. And I’m in my office supposedly outlining a novel. Instead, I’m blogging as I wrap my head around this. We’ve never gone to work at the exact same time in the same space, and it’s just plain weird. Last week was our spring break so everyone was home and hanging around. It was like summer or a school vacation.…

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    Journaling Small Victories

    What do you write in your bullet journal? Do you record the small victories or only the big ones? I’m finding out that during the quarantine of COVID-19, journaling about the small victories is essential to my mental health.

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    Social Discombobulation

    I’m an author who writes at home, an editor who works from home, and a mom who used to homeschool. I enjoy being at home, so I thought all this social distancing to slow the spread of COVID-19 would be fairly easy for me. It’s not, and it’s for reasons I didn’t expect. I’m all over the map with my emotions. I have this intense desire to nest and spring clean. I could go to town on my cupboards and closets and drawers, but that desire is warring with my instinct to use this time to write. I also have to edit for clients, but my brain is nowhere near…

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    The Transition to Social Isolation

    Social isolation sounds scary. It sounds like being cut off from everyone we love, unable to speak to them to find out what’s going on in their lives. Thankfully, with the modern-day inventions, we have multiple tools to help us stay in touch. We aren’t relying on the Pony Express to get news from our loved ones or the world. But being stuck at home is a shift for a lot of people. This goes beyond a long weekend or a planned vacation. This is vastly different. There will be a transition time. Let me repeat that. There will be transition time. Expect it. Plan for it. And don’t beat…

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    Ambivert Navigates Spotlight

    Growing up, when I wanted to be in the spotlight, I was. Through dance, music, theater, and more, I put myself square in the middle of the stage and relished it. Attention was the nature of the “job” if you will, especially when I was first chair trumpet, section leader in choir, starring in the musical, and the team captain of danceline. It was expected, and I loved it when I chose it. How very extroverted of me. When I didn’t want to be in the middle of it all, I hung back. A lot! I was happy to blend in, to see how something was done before I took…

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    Writer’s Block & Trust

    This week, I’m trusting the process. The writing process, that is. Doubt has been my white noise for a few years. Always there, even if I wasn’t cognizant of it. Grating. Grinding. Stopping me in my tracks before I had a chance to get started. And I’ve been dangling from the ledge for far too long. Something had to change. On Sunday night as I flipped to a new week in my planner, I wrote words I needed to be reminded of. Trust the process. All of it. My goal this week was to just give in and follow where I was led. When writing, or at least drafting, the…

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    A Simple, Organized Life

    A Simple, Organized Life
    My overarching goal this year is to simplify my life so I have time and energy to focus on what I want rather than having my attention pulled in fifty other directions. I have an inkling this might be one of your goals too.

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    Loungewear

    If you follow me on Facebook, you’ll know I despise pants, aka leg prisons. I’m a skirt person or a dress person or anything-that-doesn’t-bind-at-the-waist-and-knees person. And since I work at home, I get to wear whatever I want. No dress code to follow. No one to impress. None of this has gone unnoticed by my husband, and for Christmas, he delivered. He bought me nightgowns that can double as a dress, and the fabric is so soft, it’s like wearing butter. Then yesterday I found another outfit labeled as loungewear that I had to have. I’d wandered down to the gift shop of the hospital in the hopes of finding…

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