Writer’s Block

I don’t know what to write here anymore.

Life has been … interesting. I hate writing about mundane life nonsense, but that’s about what I have these days.

Lucy’s Dad has been gone for 7 months now. In many ways, it feels like he was never here. It’s so strange to imagine that she also belongs to another person when you do everything by yourself.

I got a job at NASA’s JPL – something I always dreamed of. I get to serve as an ambassador for the Association and teach the community about everything involving current/future missions and space science. It’s my dream and I am so thrilled. I’ve also been doing freelance makeup again – something to express my artistic side and get on PR lists for free new makeup. It’s worked out so far.

Lucy is  … well, she’s 2. Some days she’s a nightmare, some days she’s angelic. It takes us 2 hours to leave the house most days, so we don’t leave often. It’s easy to feel extremely alone and isolated.

Some days I get so overwhelmed, I can’t breathe. I don’t have anyone who can watch her here, so we have to do everything together. With my back surgery looming, it makes any activity where I have to lift her near impossible (that includes her carseat). I work when she sleeps/plays… she seems to take it easy on me when I have bad days. I don’t know, I guess I’m doing the best I can. I wish I had more friends here – particularly Mom friends.

And so, that’s my update for now. This blog still gets plenty of hits, and I feel like I’ve tapped out on fresh content. I’ll try and be better about that now that I’m working and motivated.

Sigh. So tired – I can barely see the page. Lucy is screaming because she’s scared of the dark – and it’s 11pm. I’m just … done. Sigh. Another day, another start.



imageThis town is definitely haunted. Old lovers, ex-boyfriends, anyone you have unresolved issues with; you are bound to run into again and again until you resolve them.
The odds of bumping into the one who broke your heart are incredibly high. The odds of you bumping into them while looking like shit are even higher.
Which gets me to thinking … If you love someone and you breakup, where does the love go? Does it linger, infest, or simply slowly dissolve into oblivion upon distraction?

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