Never Had I Ever: Bloggers in Sin City
To everyone who is reading this that I had the pleasure of meeting in Vegas for #BiSC, this will be redundant. To everyone who is reading this that did not attend #BiSC, DO IT NEXT YEAR.
While I’ve been away…
As some of you may (or may not) have noticed, I haven’t posted to my beloved TOBR in about three weeks. I am not apologizing for being absent.
Sweet, musty, sometimes with a hint of glue.
I don’t remember my first time stepping into a bookstore, but I’m sure I was bewitched. Every bookstore smells almost the same. Except for used bookstores — those smell even more profound than new. Sweet, musty, sometimes with a hint of glue.
Handwritten.
“We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Years Day.” – Edith Lovejoy Pierce
This life.
He picked me up at the bar I used to work at in Boulder. I sat in his gold Honda and as the heat blasted from the vents, I sighed. It was cold outside — the kind of cold that stings your legs.
Season of Thanks
I love this season. It’s definitely my favorite of the four — winter, holidays, gifts, cheer, everyone is just generally in a happy mood. And that makes me happy. But what I love most about this time of year is that it incites gratitude. It’s a time when we think about our lives, reflect on the past year, grant wishes for family and friends. It’s a much-needed pause in the fast-paced world. Each year, my list of Thankfuls grows leaps and bounds.
Sometimes, at times.
Sometimes, I lie, on my stomach with my knees bent, feet crossed on my bed in my top floor studio apartment and wonder how I got here. To this point. To the brink of complete happiness.
On patterns, and how to break them.
Life, in and of itself, is cyclical. We’re born, we live, we die, and some believe that sequence repeats itself over again. But throughout life, we’re faced with even more cycles, patterns, repetitions. Some of these are great — another fiscal year, a work week that always ends in a weekend. However, some patterns in life, should be broken.
