Happy New Year!

What is your number one New Years Resolution?

My New Year resolution doesn’t really change much. But it ranges. One year it’ll be to write the next great American novel. The next year it will be to lose weight. The next will be back to writing & then to losing weight. It’s a back and forth battle I’m probably never going to win.

2020 was to lose weight.
2021 was to write more.
2022 was to lose weight.
2023 was to write more.
2024, back to losing weight.
2025 – will be to write more.
See how that works?

Maybe this year I just need to say both – lose weight && write more.

I have been watching sitcoms lately that have already finished. No longer airing. Right now I’m on Mike & Molly && a part of me is jealous of the decision that Molly made. For anyone who didn’t watch it, she was a teacher for ten years. During a state standardized test she flipped a switch – crawled out of her classroom window && into the rain – telling her students to never stop dreaming. That’s the day she walked away from her career to make writing her full time job. Has she been having ups and downs? Thinking she wasn’t good enough? Looking into other jobs – driving instructor, forklift driver. Well yes.. But a small part of me wishes I could just crawl out a window at work and into a rainstorm and never look back. But sadly, my job has no windows && I can’t just quit my job because I need the income that being a full time unpaid writer wouldn’t give me.

But at the same time, of course, I wonder to myself – would I be okay without working? I took two weeks vacation in November && by the end of it I was pretty grumpy. I’m not sure if it’s because of me not going to work or if it’s because most of it I was alone because Boyfriend was still going to work – he didn’t have the vacation time to take off like I did.

In conclusion to my rambling. 2024’s main goal is to lose weight. The minor goal is to write more. The smallest of goals (say that in your head with a squeak to your voice) is to become a paid writer of sorts. It can even just be a blog writer. I’ll be okay with that. && be able to crawl out of my works window, into the pouring rain, and never look back.

Dear Teenage Barbara,

I know I’m starting this Bloganuary late – since today is the 25th – but I like the idea so I’m going to see how many I can write throughout the rest of the month. But you always start with the first one.

If I could give my teenage self any advice I would first tell her not to let people, including family, dictate what you can or what you can’t do. As a teenager I wanted to dance/sing. That’s all I ever thought about. But I let people convince me that as an overweight child/teenager, I wouldn’t be able to do it. I wouldn’t get picked. I couldn’t dance. I couldn’t do much. Who likes overweight dancers? I also let my weight stop me from playing soft ball because people told me fat kids can’t do that. I let my weight stop me a lot. I let other people tell me how good I was or wasn’t, && I let that be who I was. I would tell Teenage Barbara not to. Don’t let that happen. Don’t let the bullies && liars tell you that you’re worthless just because you’re not a size four.

I would tell her not to be scared. My life has been full of “what if’s” && a lot of them are because growing up I let fear rule me. I never actually tried doing anything as a child because my fear overcame every thought I may have had. If I could I would scream at her to do the things in life she wanted to do. Live life to the fullest && don’t let the fears tear you down.

I would tell her to not stand under the bleachers in eighth grade && cry over a boy that didn’t give two shits about her. That day is still imprinted in my mind. Because that’s the first && ONLY time I ever cried when it came to a guy. It’s also the day I stopped trying, caring, or wanting a boyfriend. That’s the day a guy, who didn’t have any feelings for me (friend or otherwise) crushed my soul. One guy. The only guy. Crushed every part of me that lived. && I stood in the dark, under the bleachers that he was sitting in, && cried. I would tell her to not let a guy, especially that guy, rule how she feels about herself or even other guys. I think he is the reason why I chose to be alone && never got close enough to a guy to let them hurt me. I didn’t feel anything for a guy again, like I felt for him, until Boyfriend. I would tell her a guy will come along && love her for who she is. Who will want to be with her. Be seen with her. Not hide her away. Will hold her hand in public. I would tell her to not stop but keep going. &&& please, for the love of God, stop crushing on the douche just because he’s cute.

I would tell her to dance in the rain. Walk barefooted through a field of wild flowers. Take pictures. Love like you’ve never loved before. Hold on to the memories. Learn to cook (because that’s going to be a passion). Don’t stop writing just because someone says it’s always dark. Realize a lot sooner in life that depression sucks, but you’ll find a way in the world with it. Cry. Laugh. Love. Feel deep for everything. && do not let anyone change who you are.

You are perfect.
You are who you were supposed to be.
You are who God designed.
You are you.
You are loved.
You are adored.
You are funny!
You bring light to the dark world && people love you for it.

I would also tell her there are people who will take all of this for granted. You won’t realize it for a while but when you do, it’ll make you a better person. You’re going to hate, and dislike so much. But in the same sense you’re going to see rainbows && unicorns when others see tornadoes and hurricanes.

The one thing I would tell her is to live the life that you’re proud of. Write the country song. Bake the cake. Never forget to tell people in your life that you love them. && when dark clouds come rolling in, try to find the positive and keep on a booking.

Hap..i..ness

She sat in her chair, surrounded by cats, as she watched Him play PubG on Xbox One, listening to sizzles come from the kitchen. It’s late, nearly ten o’clock at night, &&& she still hasn’t made dinner. Not on purpose, of course, she overslept and then had to go grocery shopping for dinners and Thanksgiving. It took longer than expected, but what did she expect? It is two days until Thanksgiving.

She didn’t plan for this && couldn’t find shoepeg corn.

Her mind ran rampant thinking about things – stressing && obsessing – not silently, either. Of course she isn’t quiet, she’s a female, with thoughts, things to do, buy && give to people. It’s okay that she worries, freaks out and falls apart because in the end she finds herself just in time to make the ultimate come back.

Holidays are still hard for her. A part of her believes that’s half her holiday blues. Yes! Even someone like her, who loves Christmas as much as she does, gets the holiday blues. This year seems worse than last and last year she buried a pet.

She dreams of happiness around this time but seems to find loneliness and despair. Not just her – but everyone: strangers, friends, co-workers, family. Her heart aches for people so much she finds herself stashed away.

She stashes herself away afraid of feeling empty musical notes or reading Christmas cards that are full of lies. You’re not happy – stop faking it – but who wants to read that?

Merry Christmas from The Grinches!
Our new year plan is to divorce because Mr. Grinch has been cheating with is 5’2″, 125 pounds, blonde co-worker who smells like fruit loops. Little Timmy pees himself when he’s nervous and Mya is seventeen, full of attitude, dresses like a hooker, && is about to flunk out of high school – oh! &&& they both want to live with their father, who coincidentally isn’t actually their dad, but they don’t know this. Their dad? Was a 47 year old drummer in a parody rock band. He’s dead now.

No one wants that to ring in the holidays. But that’s how everyone feels. Dark, hopeless &&& scared – but she’s here. (Imagine that she just tossed her arms in the air, smiled and is now Superhero standing in her underwear.)

Hope. That’s all anyone can hold out for. 2019 is almost over and everyone can look into the future.

2020 is fast approaching. She will clink her glass, smooch her boyfriend with dreams of fairy tales, new beginnings and finish the dream.

Dreams. She has decided it’s time to stop, put food down, and do what she needs to do to accomplish her aspirations in life. Everyone gets one life and no one can live it for you. It’s something you have to face with the “I CAN” attitude mixed in with the “I WILL” mental state.

Does this scare her?

Of course, but at the same time she knows it needs to come off the back burner and be treated liked a loved one. Nothing good will happen if you don’t jump in head first, naked, into a lake of piranhas. Don’t fear the rocks of the unknown. You’re going to hit them, she has accepted this and is purchasing a bunch of Excedrin, bandages, and antibiotic ointment.

The journey will be long, tiresome, and lonely at times. Whether you’re looking into the serpent eyes of divorce, sickness, starting over, opening a business or buying a house – the end will be worth it when you can stand on your own two feet and tell the world you did it; that you made it out on the other side and you have the proof.

Dinner is about finished and she is famished. She will be back around the bend soon to talk about how her life is, and what she has been up to. But for tonight, she’ll leave you with a thought: How will you make 2020 the best year yet?

Happy Thanksgiving All!

Goodbye 2018 : Hello 2019

2018 – was horrible.

I’ve noticed a lot of people seem to agree with me on how horrible last year was. I honestly cannot think of anything good that happened – just bad. Buried my grandfather && a close cousin. I watched as the days passed showing me nothing but grey skies and sadness.

But as I sit here, January 2, 2019, I am hoping for a better year. I would say it couldn’t get any worse, but that’s not true. It could get 10x worse, but I refuse to allow that. Hopefully.

2018 I made one resolution. One I honestly thought I could fulfill. I did not – so I am keeping it for this year too: finish Frost. Completely.

But for 2019, I am adding a new one: to get healthy. To be a better me. What it will take? Only time will tell.

For now, my top goal is my book. It may never be published through a big company, and be found on every bookshelf worldwide, but at least I can say that I finished it. Wrote it. Something that I have wanted to do since I began.

So, that’s where I sit. 2018 was crap. 2019 HAS to be better. 2018 I accomplished nothing. 2019 I HAVE to accomplish something. 2018 was not my favorite year. 2019 shall be the first of great many years to come. 2018 was not my worse years (that would be 2003 && 2011.) But it is up there. 2019 – please be better.

Happy New Year!

Normally people write their year in review. However, I didn’t do anything this year that is worth talking about. So we’ll, instead, go this route. I’m going to give myself two things I’d like to accomplish this year.

1. Finish the first draft – if not more – of my novel.
2. Lose another 50 to 80 pounds.

Maybe, just maybe, I will actually do one or both. We’ll see. I will let y’all know December 31, 2014. Until then…