Reflections of a Goddess

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...

 As I write this post, the Sun is shining gloriously across the sky, peeking through the blinds in my living room window as I hear the intro to Mountain's "Because You Are My Friend."  The past week saw my ill with a cold that left me with just enough strength to work through  the week. Friday being the first day that I finally began to feel like myself. And I felt happy as I had two poetry workshops planned: one for each day. Alas, I didn't go Saturday because my body was  telling me to take a nap. When the alarm set for me to get up and go, my body was like,  And since I learned to listen to my body when it speaks, I didn't go. Sunday, I didn't go because mid kid called me up asking if I wanted to go to the stores with her. As my three daughters and I don't see each other often, I gladly take whatever opportunity to see them. And I have no qualms about it; I can really write anytime, and those workshops will roll around next month. So, I've behind in...