The ending to the story…. This post will be short and to the point because I don’t want to linger with these thoughts much longer. I know I have to concentrate on me. I worry now about the worry I have placed on my friends and family…added stress and anxiety. But this is honesty…it feels…
It was late… I was home, had my game face on and was trying my best to be a wife and mom. I had gone to a festival with my family, met some friends there, and had a good time. On the sidelines though taking up space in my head were some insecurities brewing. In…
There are some things I wonder if this blog can handle. I mean I committed to honesty and writing out my feelings no matter where they lead. There are some things though, considering the real world (my friends, my family…they do occasionally read what I write) I am not sure I am ready to handle:…
Inspired by a loved one but dedicated to all of those people in the world who don’t give up. I know depression is a cycle, it is hard to be around, to witness, to be sucked into. Many times watching someone go through depression makes you exhausted and leaves you feeling helpless. But words do…
I stand at the edge of the river with my eyes closed convinced my tears had filled the ravine. Time is passing but how quickly doesn’t matter it just is and I am passing right along with it. Sitting here in this world where nothing mattered felt like home. Your tears feel warm on my…
I am pretty stubborn and I am really good at making everything about me. I have been told I borrow emotion from people, but really I think it means I am a thief. “Oh…no…here comes that girl Hastywords…watch out she will steal your emotions!” Now that I know I have this super power I am…
I love to play Texas Hold’em! For awhile it was what I did after the family went to bed. I am a night person so I am always last to bed and usually I read but for awhile it was Poker. It wasn’t winning that I loved it was the characters that played. You see…
I feel like my life has become a series of pictures. Instead of memories I have albums. My personality no longer matters… I am now judged on lighting, angle, contrast. If my pictures are interesting I must be interesting. Most of my blog pictures come from Instagram. You can tell so much about a person…
I woke up singing. That is not a good thing for anyone but me. “There was love all around but I never heard it singing no, I never heard it at all ’till there was you!” What in the *&%$ has gotten into me? Don’t get me wrong I like it but it isn’t the…
It is a beautiful new day. The birds woke me up at 6:30 but I didn’t mind because I actually slept really well. I woke my daughter up and I roller-bladed as she rode her bike. It was a beautiful morning and I realized how much I miss doing things with her. I am taking…
