She Don't Know What She Wants to Be

     After being a working girl for all of two days, let me just tell you.  I don't know how people do it.  I especially don't know how people work all day jobs, raise kids, do anything besides work.  I'm exhausted.  All I want to do when I get home is read for just a little bit and then sleep.  That's it.  But then again, I haven't really been extremely careful to spread out my snacks throughout the day so that I can have some fuel to get me through it.  I'm going to be more aware next week about taking snacks (and lunch) with me to work and seeing if that helps any.  And I just might try and drink more water because I know that can help too.
     Speaking of work, I can't wait for October to get here.  (We're working on our October issue so I have a bunch of information that I can't wait to share with you, but only once we're in October.)  If you haven't checked out Click's September issue, you really should.  Also, a Click photographer was in attendance at the Healing Hearts Child Advocacy Center Painting Party (from this post) and now has a gallery up where you can purchase prints.  There are also a good many other galleries up on that site as well, if you're interested or have been to a function that was photographed by Click recently.
     If you haven't yet noticed yet, I'm a bit of a romantic.  I build these images up in my head.  Sometimes the real world lives up to it, sometimes it doesn't.  But other times, the image I had doesn't even come close to what I thought it would be so I don't really end up linking the two together.  If I could accurately or even adequately explain anything (and everything) that went on in my head I think I could have already written my novel by now.  Then again, explaining how I think is very different from  explaining what I think.  Both seem to be at the very least irregular, in a good way.  Of course, who gets to say what is normal anyway?  We're all a little strange.

Title: "Hey Mama" by Mat Kearney

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of All the Romantic Presumptions: She Don't Know What She Wants to Be

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

She Don't Know What She Wants to Be

     After being a working girl for all of two days, let me just tell you.  I don't know how people do it.  I especially don't know how people work all day jobs, raise kids, do anything besides work.  I'm exhausted.  All I want to do when I get home is read for just a little bit and then sleep.  That's it.  But then again, I haven't really been extremely careful to spread out my snacks throughout the day so that I can have some fuel to get me through it.  I'm going to be more aware next week about taking snacks (and lunch) with me to work and seeing if that helps any.  And I just might try and drink more water because I know that can help too.
     Speaking of work, I can't wait for October to get here.  (We're working on our October issue so I have a bunch of information that I can't wait to share with you, but only once we're in October.)  If you haven't checked out Click's September issue, you really should.  Also, a Click photographer was in attendance at the Healing Hearts Child Advocacy Center Painting Party (from this post) and now has a gallery up where you can purchase prints.  There are also a good many other galleries up on that site as well, if you're interested or have been to a function that was photographed by Click recently.
     If you haven't yet noticed yet, I'm a bit of a romantic.  I build these images up in my head.  Sometimes the real world lives up to it, sometimes it doesn't.  But other times, the image I had doesn't even come close to what I thought it would be so I don't really end up linking the two together.  If I could accurately or even adequately explain anything (and everything) that went on in my head I think I could have already written my novel by now.  Then again, explaining how I think is very different from  explaining what I think.  Both seem to be at the very least irregular, in a good way.  Of course, who gets to say what is normal anyway?  We're all a little strange.

Title: "Hey Mama" by Mat Kearney

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