Reflections of a Goddess

  I really didn't plan on posting this late, honest. 😉 I guess I got sidetracked with the brutality of filing my taxes, FINALLY. Now that it's out of the way, I can get back to the regular things. Last week, I went to two events - Alonzo Bodden at The Den Thursday and a regular poetry circle Saturday. I haven't seen a comedy show since I saw George Lopez at the Chicago Theatre. The Den is a much smaller venue, similar to Evanston Space but a little bigger. There's something about smaller venues that I love, maybe it's the intimacy of them. At the circle, I've been there before but last year. Now the time slot is later; 2pm to 4pm instead of Noon to 2pm. I don't mind, it makes no difference to me. As of lately, I'm really liking workshops more because they help me produce work I'd never think of if I were in the house. Open Mics give me ideas, but the workshops help me implement them before going home. We were handed a poem and told to recall a prior...

I bought a planner at Ross last December for eight bucks. I was never a 'planner' type of person, preferring to write appointments, etc on a big grid calendar instead. So, it was a new experience when I cracked it open New Year's Day. The front cover says -  with '2024' underneath it. It has monthly tabs, sections for birthdays, goals and  notes. As of today's date, I'm finally getting into the groove of it. And I'll admit it felt funny as hell not writing things up on the calendar. Which was annoying because at some point the ink in the pen would dry up from writing at that angle and I'd be annoyed while quickly hunting for another one. But as the planner isn't on the wall, that no longer happens. I find myself skimming over the monthly calendars to focus on the daily section. At the end of the month, I calculate how often I went to open mics/poetry workshops, the number of workouts (ugh) and how many submissions I made for the month. Using stic...