Confession: A rejection today that is a little more painful than some. A local journal, one that is getting better, getting on without me. It’s tough not to think about numbers, about wins & losses. I don’t follow the World Cup, or even the NBA Finals anymore. But I still capitalize those constructs, as fits the sociology [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Confession Tuesdays’
more than tidying
I’m not finished. (Will I ever finish?) But I am making progress. I started small, with my bathroom drawers. Tossed old sunscreen, lipsticks, perfume samples. (I haven’t worn perfume for about 10 years, when my sense of smell got sensitive.) Put all the fancy soaps in one drawer (I actually use them, gifts from a friend, but [...]
it’s still Tuesday
And there is still time to confess. I’m taking January’s advice to someone else: confess to one thing that made you happy in the last week — confessions don’t always have to be about the tough stuff. Funny enough (or ironically), it is sometimes hard for me to confess the good, happy-making stuff. But I’m [...]
back to the booth
It’s been a long while since I stepped into the booth. The end of a crazy April is a good time to confess to a few things: ~~ I offended a relative about 18 months ago with something I wrote for a now-defunct 365-day project (I had no idea they read anything I wrote). As [...]
updating a confession, in harmony
Last week I said I was going back to the chorus that sang Kumbaya (1) in their warm-ups. I also said I was a little uneasy, because sometimes my impressions are right on, and sometimes I need to stretch and pull against a little internal antagonism. Sometimes I need what I don’t want or like. [...]
setting myself up (another confession)
A couple of weeks ago I visited a new choir in Portland with the hopes that it would be a good fit and that I could start singing again. I’m not religious, so I don’t want to sing in a church choir, although I really like sacred music and have no philosophical problem singing the [...]
wanting time to myself & new thoughts
I’m no good going days on days with little time to myself. I’m starting to get edgy. Edgier. Mark tells me to try to laugh, to find the humor — without being cynical — in the stuff my mom and dad talk about. I suppose the good thing about not recalling that you have said [...]
already, another Tuesday
Whirling Dervish is back! I am so happy to read her again.It’s like a part of my life is restored, corny as that may seem. I do need to figure out how to just post my posts to my Friend Feed and NetworkedBlogs for Facebook. A pal of mine commented about WD’s post today on [...]
this week’s mutterings from the little room
1. Last week’s poetry-pal meet-ups were great. I am so relieved to like and be likable. I am pretty shallow that way. I can live with that. 2. I signed up for poetry post card month. I am such a joiner! I have cards collected, in part anyhow, but need to gather them up and [...]
confessions version 07.14.09
Nothing to disclose, strip, let loose or unveil, no wanton pleasures revealed. My pen is still; where are strange bus riders & talk? — Oh — it’s commute hour. “Underemployed” needs a better word, something poor, with less syllables. My toodoze drift aimlessly — coughs, kin visits, late gifts, take charge of time. It’s enough, [...]
