#MicroblogMondays: I Love New York Except…

NYCnov14 (2)I love New York except when the rent is too damn high and continues to soar and there’s no way I’ll ever be able to afford to live there.

I love New York except when the MTA continues to raise its fares and traveling across a borough with my kids becomes too expensive.

I love New York except when the practices of law enforcement are racist and biased, their actions continue to do harm to those they are being paid to protect, and the NYPD has yet to build any trust within the communities they are supposed to be serving.

I love New York except when I’m tired and cold and sore and stressed out and have a million worries on my mind (like Saturday when I took this picture).

New York, I love you, but…

Thanks, as always, to Stirrup Queens for always giving me a reason to post something on Mondays!


The Good…

I’ve been avoiding writing this, well some of it (The second part.). That’s not the sole reason for not having written anything here recently. Life has been a bit hectic lately, the normal single-mom-trying-to-rule-the-world stuff combined with attempts to acquire work (The traditional, non-freelance type, more on that another time!) and so on have kept me from feeling any bit creative. I haven’t created art or crafted in so long, and writing, even the stream of consciousness of this blog seemed like too big a task. A couple of weeks ago, TK surprised me with an incredible weekend away for my birthday. I knew nothing of the plans, except I was booked from Friday evening to Sunday night, and to pack something nice to wear for Saturday.

I have a sort of love-hate relationship with surprises. I absolutely love the thrill of not knowing, of what could be, and I get a kick out of the curiosity that blossoms inside me regarding a surprise. But I also fear them. I worry I won’t enjoy myself; for some reason I always fear a surprise for me will involve public speaking. Or that I’ll end up being a public spectacle in some form. I’ll psycho-analzye that one later… So I was delighted to have a surprise weekend to wonder about and yet nervously curious to finally know what it was all about. (more…)

Lots to tell…

I’m back. I realize I had looked at my blog (& others in the past) as a task, and ultimately something that belonged to others, not me. I realize it’s mine, whether I write here or not, that’s up to me. Whether I share a funny story, some pictures, or something more meaningful, it’s my decision. So, that has made wanting to come and get my thoughts out much more appealing. I traveled this summer, and have stories of my adventures to tell. It was a beautiful journey and I’ll be sharing about it in the coming weeks. Nice to be back. And even nicer to not feel it’s obligatory. Thanks for stopping by!