Last fall when I lived in Houston, I was driving down yet another congested city freeway when a song reverberated through the car speakers that caught my attention. I think Spotify’s Discover Weekly playlist knew more that I like acoustic music than that I had just been through a break up, but the lyrics certainly hit home.
Continue reading “This Too Shall Pass”
I have always been a planner. My agenda and never-ending checklists are my closest inanimate companions. I like prioritizing my tasks and making the most of my time. It’s hard for me to sit down, relax for a half hour, and enjoy a TV show. If I do, you bet “Netflix” will be scrawled on my list, right after, “shower” and “eat dinner.” Ha. I think it’s that feeling of accomplishment, that I have been productive, even with menial, daily life tasks, that I find so satisfying. On a larger scale, I like to know where I am headed, and I like to figure out how I am going to get there. But recently, plans haven’t been working out at all the way I thought.
Continue reading “Sovereign”
Contrary to my last post only a week ago, living in Houston is not sounding that appealing anymore. Thursday night, Dan broke up with me. Ultimately we’re not equally yoked; his feelings for me are not as strong as mine are for him, and that isn’t fair to either of us.
Continue reading “Heartache”