Well, dears, today ends 30 days of Blogvembering. Went by pretty fast, no? I enjoyed every minute of it, even those moments when I was about to drift off into sleep and recalled with panic that I forgot to blog. And I admit to cheating when those times happened by combining days, but a blog …
Blogvember #3: On Chocolate Pigs and Resets.
Real talk: since arriving in the Lone Star State in September, I've been ingesting sweets and junk food like a chocolate pig. I wish I were exaggerating. If you've followed TSP for a while, you know that in 2015, I embarked on a gaining health lifestyle change. I changed everything: how I felt about food, …
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Blogvember #2: Deliverance.
Back in the day, I was a proud purveyor of the poker face. Betraying nothing on the surface while all kinds of madness/side eye/frustrations went on underneath. Perhaps it was a by-product of growing up painfully shy: I didn't want anyone to notice me anyway, so it wasn't necessary to communicate, even via my face, …
Ma Maison et Mon Travail.
Went really French on you, didn't I? But you're used to that. Translated, it means my house and my job. Because, dear readers, after a month in my new surroundings, I'm happy to announce that I was recently hired at a new job and recently moved into my brand new apartment. We will pause for …
here.
Yes, I moved. Yes, I hitched up my lady pantaloons and made the decision to start over with new people, new new places, and new things. Yes, I wept when leaving my mother, my brothers, and my sister. Yes, I continued to weep on and off days after arriving in the Dallas area (specifically Carrollton) and …
1,000 cartwheels down a deserted hallway…
...in other words, what I'd like to do to commemorate my last day here at the OK Corral. Since my adolescent gym teachers shamed me for my inability to tumble, therefore ripping that desire out of me for the rest of my days, here's this instead. Happy last day to me! And happy Wednesday to …
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The Day Before.
Sure, you can expect a post on my final day at the OK Corral, my last day in the office, my final 8 hours, my final shift, my final time wondering if the HVAC guys have a vendetta against me, based on how cold it is in this place all year long. But I want …
Odes.
As the days dwindle down and my time in this metropolitan area rapidly passes me by (funny how time never flew when I had no plans to leave; a.k.a., life), I was reflecting on a few things that I will actually miss about living/working in this area. (Positivity, right?) Walk with me. Somewheres, VA, where …
Give Me the Panic Attack with a Side of Nervous Breakdown. And a Diet Coke.
If you'd like to order that particular meal/psychotic break, attempt to clean up Chernobyl your room and simultaneously pack up your life for a move across several states. I started this week. Let's just say that my mother and sister had to repeatedly tell me to calm down. Like stop from taking a swan dive from …
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30 Days.
Recall our discussion about comfort zones and the changes looming in my life. Well, hear ye, hear ye... I'm moving! After nearly 30 years of living in Somewheres, VA, in 30 days, I will be moving to the Dallas, Texas area. Since revealing this news to my family and friends, I've received responses that range from shock …
This Square Peg. 