It’s Sunday. I usually do my publishing/blog/writing based responsibilities on Sunday… but it is also Joe’s birthday. So, I am squeezing in what I can before I go to bed. Then I will be spending the day with him and trying to get the rest of the week playing catch up. Next week I will be AWOL as the 13th is my day.
I actually have ideas for this week, mostly. Wednesday is the iffy…but I may come up with something by the time I get there.
If I find that I am feeling froggy I might try to do something after the 13th as far as posts but regardless I will return to work on the following week.
Also…in addition to my own release of Internal Battlefields, my middle child, NK Xero, is looking at releasing a poetry book in April. (With Fae Corps Publishing of course). Also I am hoping to do the same thing I usually do and post a daily poem. I’m hoping to try to do some new ones ☺️
It’s Sunday when I am doing the blog posts… and I find myself struggling to find a topic for the week. This week has been longer than usual for me… and we are going to be heading into a rough area of the year.
Why is that you might ask? Because of my birthday. It is the 13th of March. I struggle with my own birthday. The reason is that I honestly never expected to make it to 30… and I am going to be 48. I don’t know what to do with myself.
So I don’t know if I will be able to get the blog up for the week surrounding the 13th. I am already stressed out and struggling with my mental health.
I plan on trying to get it done… but I want to warn you that I am struggling with this one. That way if I don’t manage it no one is surprised. Yes, I do realize that I have a week before then… but I’m also starting to feel the quicksand of the birthday blues. So I am going to state the issue now and hope that I can overcome it by then.
I can’t still remember me and Miss November Rain Beautiful and strange Always so inclined, coloring outside the lines Yeah, you were never on time
You’ve always been slightly awkward, kinda weird Upside down and not all here What’s a-wrong with me and you is crystal clear
Sometimes I’m in a room where I don’t belong And the house is on fire and there’s no alarm And the walls are melting too How about you? I’ve never been the favorite, thought I’d seen it all ‘Til I got my invitation to the lunatic ball And my friends are comin’ too How about you? Don’t worry, it’s all just a symptom of being human
Unpack all your baggage Hide it in the attic, where You hope it disappears This all seems so familiar But it doesn’t feel like home It’s just another unknown
You’ve always been slightly awkward, kinda weird Upside down and not all here Right a wrong, it’s all so crystal clear
Sometimes I’m in a room where I don’t belong And the house is on fire and there’s no alarm And the walls are melting too How about you? I’ve never been the favorite, thought I’d seen it all ‘Til I got my invitation to the lunatic ball And my friends are comin’ too How about you? Don’t worry, it’s all just a symptom of being human
We’re all just passing through Passengers on a ship of fools We’re all just passing through Passengers on a ship of fools
Sometimes I’m in a room where I don’t belong And the house is on fire and there’s no alarm And the walls are melting too How about you? I’ve never been the favorite, thought I’d seen it all ‘Til I got my invitation to the lunatic ball And my friends are comin’ too On a ship of fools Don’t worry, it’s all just a symptom Of being human
My 2 Cents –
This song just kinda hit… I so often feel like I am a weird little oddity and I don’t fit in. Even if I know that I am just human… I feel like I am so very strange… and it is nice to hear that I am not alone…
My flowers are incredibly simple to make. I place a small spot of color on the page and push it around until I get it looking like a flower. Perhaps because it is so easy is why I struggle to see them as being as amazing as everyone else seems to see them.
I am currently looking at the idea of doing some cosplay.
This is really stretching out of my comfort zone. I love the idea of dressing up, but I don’t like the idea of doing anything that puts me in the spotlight.
Just doing the reading of my own poetry on TikTok requires a lot of work to get me to feel like I am not putting my own feet hip deep in my head.
I have been eyeing the mushroom hats. Apparently there is a wonderful tutorial on making them on YouTube…
I found several…I think that I really want to make this one…
Once upon a time in a far away land A little girl lived under her father’s hand She wept in silence and never talked Her father made sure that he called the shots He nailed the door shut so she couldn’t leave Blew out the lights so she couldn’t see But one night she broke through the window pane Nothing could stop her great escape ‘Cause this girl had plans That he’d never understand All the miracles she saw in her dreams All the amazing things that she could be So the little girl ran away from home you see Little girl go on and write your story Little girl rejoice ’cause you’re finally free Little girl be who you wanna be You already know the strength inside your heart You don’t need someone to tell you who you are Go and say the words you know you long to speak Little girl little girl be who you wanna be Go and say the words you know you long to speak Little girl little girl be who you wanna be Twenty years later through the hourglass The little girl grew up in the time that’s passed All those late nights ’cause she worked three jobs Started from pennies now she’s her own boss One day she opens up the door to meet A stranger at window guess who she sees Her father shows up with a face of red Head down low he looks up and says I know you can’t forgive All the things that I did But I’m hoping that you’ll understand For you I always had a plan So the little girl showed him all the things she achieved The world she saw from all the highest peaks How she moved the mountains with her fingertips Head to toe her father finally admits You already know the strength inside your heart You don’t need someone to tell you who you are Go and say the words you know you long to speak Little girl little girl be who you wanna be Go and say the words you know you long to speak Little girl little girl be who you wanna be Go and say the words you know you long to speak Little girl little girl be who you wanna be Be who you wanna be Little girl little girl be who you wanna be Ah Little girl little girl be who you wanna be
My 2 Cents –
Okay I was going to post this last week but I realized it was going to be V-day and changed my mind because of that. This song made me cry 😭. I have been that little girl. Every girl in my generation has. Expectations are a heavy load.
Mythology…and misogyny. Do you know the history behind Medusa? It is back in my mind due to a nasty thing circling the interwebs being planned for April. (NO I will not be elaborating on that.)
Medusa was a handmaiden in the temple of Athena. Poseidon took an interest in her and took advantage of her. Athena punished Medusa for this by turning her into a gorgon.
So, because she fell victim to the god of the seas, she was made so “Ugly” that no one could look upon her or turn to stone.
Pattimouse 