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sitting down and writing


spending time with the people that I love

planning and organizing


it’s the day before Thanksgiving and I feel like the turkey that has its’ head cut off. I’ve been running around a fool trying to accomplish tasks that seemed “urgent” but really aren’t that important.

For example, I almost went shopping for a swimsuit and went swimming this afternoon instead of cooking the sweet potato casserole that *needs* to be cooked today. I mean, I was going to go swimming and then make the casserole, but now I’ma make the casserole and then go to my Aunt’s house and help clean or whatever. It just makes sense. I don’t have to work out. Though if there *is time, I’d love to get over there.

2 hours later

yeah, there wasn’t time. Once the sweet potatoes were in the oven, I deposited some checks with my bank app, ordered 2 swimsuits online (cheap & the brand I like), replied to a couple emails, took care of a postage issue, texted someone important to me, and am now about to shower and head to my aunts. If I’d gone shopping/swimming, I may not have gotten back til nowish, and nunnathat would’ve gotten done!

Prioritizing needs over wants is hard sometimes. It reminds me of a field trip my school took to a plastic factory in first grade. We were shopping at the gift shop at the end of the day before boarding the buses home. I picked out a couple of erasers and said something along the lines of “I need 2 of these!”. The woman working behind the counter said “you don’t need them, you just want them.”

I got offended and said “actually, I do need these for school. To erase things.”

At the time, I was pretty positive that I needed those erasers. In fact, thinking about that time now even makes me a little miffed for my six year old self; thinking “ha! I told her!” Whether I needed those erasers or not, the line between needing and wanting is good to be aware of. 🙂

Today after I left my aunt’s house and dropped my cousin off, I asked myself “do I really need to go swimming right now when I could be making casserole, catching up on errands, or being at my aunt’s helping prepare for Thanksgiving tomorrow?” The answer was no. Of course not.

I’m glad I chose to opt out of swimming this time. A few years ago I would have ABSOLUTELY swam. I would have needed! to work out. I’m so thankful that I can see past moments like that and come to terms with prioritizing what’s really important.

Plus, the nifty thing about life is that when we put others first, we’re often blessed later when we don’t expect it. 🙂

Ask yahself, do you need to do something, or want to do something? Is it truly important or is it simply urgent?


except when it comes to chocolate, this is always a need

Much love, ❤ V

okay, I’m going

Two days ago.

“Okay I’m going. I’m going. I’m just going to put on a bra and my shoes and get the hell out the door. I’ll feel so much better if I just get. The. Hell. Out. The. Door.

And don’t forget the bible. A bunch of young people will be there, it’ll be good. It’ll be fun. I’m only here for a few weeks. I told everyone I’d be back. I’ll remain consistent with what I say I’ll do if I go.

There’s a part of me that wants to stay wants to just collapse on this couch and not get up for the whole night. The part of me that wants to stay wants to elevate my poor right leg and stop the swelling from pounding through the underside of my knee. The part of me that wants to stay wants to wallow in my own pity that it’s been three days since the boy* has texted me. And I’ll probably swallow lots of gelato to help myself properly wallow in that pity, and perhaps put on a cheesy romance movie about a couple that tries to make love happen but life gets in the way.

Sounds like another super-productive night if yask me.”


Luna the cat, accurately depicting my current state of mind

Last night.

“Why do I have to go to the gym? Oh yeah, it was because I said I’d go. I agreed. At the time it made sense. I had wanted to do some exercise. It would be a chance to bond with my cousin.

‘Marcus might be at the gym when we go!’ my cousin sang as she walked through the door with hands full of her purse, keys, phone and a shopping bag. Oh, joy. Can’t wait to meet him. My affect was flatter than five-day-old road-kill; at the point when the squashed squirrel would need to be peeled off the road. 🙂

I was hungry. I no longer wanted to go to the gym. It was past 7:00PM. I wanted to stuff my face full of quesadillas and hit the hay. Alone.”


The same. I’m the same. We’re supposed to go to a pot-luck but it’s just one of those nights that I don’t feel like going anywhere or doing anything. I’ve been with two toddlers all day and just want to be by myself tonight. But we’ll go. I’ll go. It’ll be FUN! 🙂

Sometimes I just feel like being alone.

–> By the way, pursuing men ain’t the way, ladies. It AIN’T the way. I almost texted this person that I was thinking about but stopped myself each time reminding myself that it just wasn’t me. And I’m so glad that I didn’t give in.

I really believe that men will pursue the women they are interested in. And also, if you click with somebody, you’ll find that you can’t get enough of that person and you won’t want to stop hanging out with them. Not everyone clicks — ese es la vida! <–


Okay. Reasons why I’ll go:

I’ll be happy that I went.

I’ll have had some great(?) conversation.

I’ll have met and talked to someone new.

I’ll remain credible and consistent.

I won’t go crazy over things floating around in my head.


Oh yeah, this

Taking steps is hard… The struggle of being semi-introverted. Or perhaps “human” is the word I’m looking for?

*”the boy” is starred simply as an opportunity to talk about what a “boy” this person really is. Not a man. This person is a boy. And I’m glad we aren’t in contact.

**phone buzzes. Yay it’s him!!!

Only joking. 🙂

It wasn’t him.

Sigh. Love being a woman sometimes.

Much love ❤ V

Dear November

Dear November,

You are so beautiful. I roll around in your precious cargo of orange and yellow leaves, some crisp, some freshly fallen on my face and in the palm of my hand. Your warm autumn air engulfs my body like flaming kindling in the fireplace. I look up through the boughs of oak and maples and see blue sky; and a few branches not ready to give up their dresses. Or maybe dresses not yet willing to depart from their boughs. A single leaf flutters down, flitting in spiralling circles before landing adjacent to my right hand.


Its’ veins resemble my veins.

Its’ color, my color.

I think I Continue reading