1-9-14

You know that moment when you realize you'll never be young, blonde or thin enough to get what/who you wanted — that you never have been enough of those things? 

It's back. 

It comes with lots of internal dialogue, and none of it's nice.

1-7-2014

It didn't take long for a Shittiest Day of the Year contender to show up.

- Cancer is a friend-thieving, home-wrecking bitch, and the world is a sadder place to be today.

- Working through the creeping crud just plain blows.

- Those weren't body aches; they were horrendous cramps.

- Exhausted + high on OTC cold meds = this will be an interesting night.

1-6-14

Today, I was called a carpetbagger in relation to a story I was writing.

Because, you know, growing up in Wyoming, graduating from the University of Wyoming and working in Wyoming for all but four years of my life makes me a wannabe Wyomingite.

Clearly.

1-1-14

I was so happy to see 2012 end, so intent on watching its exit from the world.

I had almost no feeling about the end of 2013. The turning of this year doesn't feel significant — not wonderful, not terrible. Perhaps 2013 was a recovery year after the hell of '12.

**

I'm so very tired of "new year, new you." It's all over my email inbox, all over ads and articles.

What the hell was wrong with old me?

What magical power lies in the chiming of a clock on a particular night to change people from the trollish creatures they were into the sparkling fairies we can now be?

At what point in the year does the "new" wear off? This is offered every year. Was I sold a faulty newness last year? I don't get it.

**

Sometimes the best thing about getting up and getting dressed in the morning is knowing I can take my horrible bra off at the end of the day.