Just back from a long weekend spent with my husband’s family in Canada.
This post is in honor of Puttyfest, a world-wide celebration of Multipotentialism September 23 – 25, organized by Emilie and her tribe over at her website, Puttylike.com “A Home for Multipotentialites.”
If you’ve read my About page, you know I consider myself a Multipotentialite. Well, it turns out both my daughters are as well. Poor Hubby, not only is he overrun by estrogen on a daily basis, he’s also the lone Specialist.
However, I believe that learning this is such a big part of our lives has actually enriched our family.
The Blahs – when you and your world feel “off,” not normal, and you’re not sure why.
The Sads – when you are unhappy or disappointed by something specific.
Down in the Dumps – you feel unworthy and dejected due to a particular reason.
This is not about depression. That’s beyond the scope of my expertise. I’m talking temporary and (mostly) specific here. Feelings that last a day or two, maybe a week at the most.
For me, The Blues started a particular cycle. I’d let my feelings take over to the point I’d lash out at everyone around me. After the raging bitch was gone, remorse set in, and I’d apologize. We’d go along happily for a while and then the fun would start again.
After enough years of this highly unproductive cycle, I realized what a waste of time and energy it was.
Something needed to change.
My current writing project is a paranormal novel featuring a haunted town. I think I’ve mentioned that before, right?
As I research all things ghostly, I find some interesting stuff. Whether informative, creepy, silly, or downright suspicious, it’s all fodder for the imagination.
So, to keep you folks entertained, I’m starting a regular feature, Spectral Sightings, to post some of my favorites. I hope you enjoy them!
Summer is mostly over and apparently that quiet break I was expecting is on backorder.
Friday afternoon, I got a message from the vice principal of my kids’ school saying she had Thing2 in her office and to please call her back.
Ooo-boy. That’s never good.
Spring is crazy.
We emerge from sluggish winter, blinking at the unaccustomed sun, into a full-blown marathon, trying to keep up.
Then again, maybe that’s just me.