Been trying to work on this post for a while. But I really have been dealing with the worst allergies I’ve had in two years. So, here is a picture of a cat to look at. Picture it purring and kneading.
Right now I’m trying to figure out how sinuses can hurt this damn much and all that wonderful crap that comes a long with feeling like hell on a Monday.
Frighteningly, my cats are nowhere to be seen. Must be that Monday feeling.
I have been told to get my butt to writing by my editor Cait (pronounced like cat) so I need to try to focus on that. Ugh.
I can barely wait until we get into the later parts of autumn.
So, I had a big and introspective post ready for today.
But my subject clearly got derailed because a certain red point siamese got up on my desk and refused to take no for an answer. It’s his birthday, so I figured I’d indulge him.
No doubt you’ve noticed in my Instagram, Facebook and Twitter feeds recurring images of a cat. Yep, his name is Oliver. He’s six years old today. (Today’s featured image is not him)
He’s been my cat since my first cat died not too long after we got him. He made an impact on the ride home and he’s been loving and stinking ever since (yes, I have tried other foods that would make him smell less, no he won’t eat them, and trust me I’ve tried). He took to my little miss like no one’s business (they’re both gingers) and it doesn’t seem like it has been this long.
He refuses to believe that I need access to my keyboard to do things, and usually plants himself purring and warm on my desk right in the damn way.
So happy birthday you stinky, loving meezer. May we have many more years together!
Imposter syndrome sucks.
It really hits me when I try to get beyond the crap that has happened to me in the last five years. I really don’t care to talk about it today, but I need to reframe my entire way of doing things. As the post is titled – reframe, rewind, relearn.
I’ve decided to work on getting things planned and getting ahead of the game. It’s going to take a while, and because having chronic illness can sometimes move the goal-posts when you’re damn well right there – I know I need to be flexible.
In the spirit of this, I have invested in a planner. Yep, an actual dead tree planner. Of course, my organizational streak in my brain is screaming like a little girl at a boy band concert. As well, I have been wanting to do paper crafty-type things for a while (I blame my Irish sib from another crib – Cait) and I’ve made some steps there.
Of course, this triggers the evil little voice to say “You’re not creative, why are you even trying?” – and sometimes even having the toolset that I need to defeat it, it’s hard to do.
One of the things I’ve learned to do is reframe those thoughts. To redirect things into another place mentally. To that end, I’ve got some software to help me and some awesome people who cheerlead me and have squids at the ready when I need them to (and don’t worry if you get that – it’s a running joke among some of my dearest friends).
Everything in life is a journey. From the moment we’re born, until we take our last breath. I am learning to be happy. Learning is a journey. It’s never a straight line to the finish. One of the biggest hurdles to get over is that we’ve been sold that from a very very young age. Failure is a necessity. If you don’t fail, you don’t learn. Yeah it hurts. Yeah it sucks. But it’s an important part of the journey.
I hope you’ll continue to come along with me on mine.
Until next time – live, love, learn, and never stop rockin’!
Because it’s Labour Day here, I’m going to enjoy just being with my family and some downtime.
Don’t know why we have Labour Day? Here’s some reading for you.
I’ll be back on Wednesday. Until then – live, love and rock on!
Yet again, I’m redoing this place.
Why you ask? Because I say. Because I got away from what my main drive for the place was. What my writing was about.
And if you ask again why, well I suggest you watch the Spoonie Author’s Network page, because Ima be talking about it there.
Also a lot of it was self doubt. I design stuff, and despite this being an occasionally paid gig, I felt like I couldn’t do anything (hello imposter syndrome). So yeah. I kind of let the bad get in front of the good. (Bad author/blogger – no cookie)
So mind the dust. I’m working on the construction of this place the way it should be. The bones should still work as they are intended to, but it might not look as pretty for a while. I promise, the payoff will be worth it.