Do you know anyone like this? I do. I admire them. Everyone I’ve met who loves life deeply exudes passion for…all the things. A life filled with passion is a great thing. ‘Til next time, JessicaRead More Don’t Do It Halfway
I tend to process complicated things out loud. Whether those are emotions, concepts, plans, whatever, I need to talk it out. Responses are generally not necessary because what pours out of my mouth is a confusions of ideas, speech, and thought. Once I sift through the rubble, I have a cohesive…something. In this respect, I […]Read More How Do You Process Your Thoughts?
Every time I head out on a trip, I begin to get anxious unless I’ve packed a book for every day I’m going to be away. I’m not talking comic books here. These are novels. They’re heavy. They take up massive amounts of space. There’s always a nagging feeling I’ve forgotten something unless I have […]Read More I Can Relate
I like exploring the unfamiliar, rare and strange. It almost always turns out to be marvelous. Every time I uncover a gem of knowledge and get to polish and shine until it becomes part of my collection, it makes me happy. ‘Til next time, JessicaRead More Exploring the Strange and Marvelous
Oh, oniochalasia, I know you well. Otherwise known as I’m-having-a-bad-day-I-need-pineapple-shoes. Not always the best way of coping with the vagaries of life, but surprisingly effective. Life lesson – don’t use credit for retail therapy. You require more retail therapy when the bill comes due! ‘Til next time, JessicaRead More Retail Therapy
I need a place to hide today. I didn’t have something quite as sophisticated as an abditory in mind though. If you want to find me, I’ll be in my pillow fort coloring. ‘Til next time, JessicaRead More A Hiding Place
There’s a Pin out there somewhere in Pinterest-land that reads, “Don’t underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary”. Oh, so true! I’ve been thinking about Ireland lately. Maybe it is because I want to go Ireland, like now; maybe I just want to get away for a few days; and maybe it is because […]Read More Wordy Thursday
This word reminds me of a poem my Grandma Joye wrote. She used to read it to me, every time I was at her house and it rained. Truthfully, I didn’t mind the rain there so much. It was a great opportunity to sit on her big covered front porch in the swing. I still […]Read More Plink Plank