Still Struggling

Since my last post, things have not gotten any better. This has been the worst move that my family has ever been through.

Today, as we were unpacking one of the last boxes we found my coin collection archival box, but it was empty.

The movers/packers opened my archival box, which just looks like a black cardboard binder, and took my coins.

My coins don’t have that much value — maybe between 20-40 dollars. The coins have sentimental value though. I have been collecting them since I was a child. Most of them are not even US currency. I had coins from all over the world in there.

But the ones that hurt the most are the one dollar bicentennial coin that belonged to my great-grandfather, and the coins we gave to our daughter when she thought we were the toothfairies. They’re gone. The dollar value isn’t what was important. They were important to us because they were tied to memories. And someone stole them.

So, to the mover who took my almost worthless coin collection — SHAME ON YOU.

PSA: My Tattoos Are Not About You

So, every once in a while, I get a little ranty. Normally I try to vent to my bff or husband and keep it off the interwebs. I don’t like putting negativity out there; however, every once in a while, I feel like shouting out into the internet void.

Off and on for a while, I’ve encountered something that really gets on my last nerve – people who feel the need to comment in a negative way about my tattoos to my face.

A stranger in line at the zoo told me that I would be pretty if it weren’t for my tattoos. It’s a shame she said.

Seriously? I was raised by people who are certifiably insane and I know better than to talk to a stranger like that.

What is it about tattoos that makes people who don’t like them feel like they should say something to you?

There are a lot of things I don’t like but I don’t walk up to strangers and tell them.

Also, did it ever occur to you that everyone’s standard of beauty is different?

I’ve even had people in my family tell me how much they dislike them. I found their comments to be incredibly hurtful and unnecessary. When you are part of someone’s family you should love them and be positive for them. They have the rest of the world to give them negative feedback; they don’t need to hear it from you too. If you can’t say something nice; keep it to yourself.

Here’s the deal:

  • I know I have them. You aren’t telling me something I don’t know.
  • I didn’t get them for anyone but myself. I happen to like them. I chose them carefully.
  • I did not accidentally get them.
  • They don’t mean anything that you need to know about.
  • They also don’t mean that I’m part of a gang of any sort.
  • Having them does not hurt anyone.
  • You don’t need to tell me if you like them or not. A lot of times, I can tell when a person sees them how they feel. Your face usually gives you away.
  • Yes, I KNOW THEY’RE PERMANENT.

Bottom line: I don’t judge you for NOT having tattoos, so please do me the courtesy of not judging me for having them.

My newest tattoo

April needs to be over…

I realize as I am writing this, April only has a day left. I can’t freaking wait!

April has dragged on and on for me and sadly enough, I have been horribly unproductive this month. I am ready for a new month and a new start!

Normally by now, I would post some thoughtful, albeit short, post about my writing process, and then the last day or so of the month, I would post a short story. This month, I haven’t written a single word for my novel or my short story.

Why? You may be wondering. Or, you may be thinking, “it happens.”

Yes, I understand that with writing, as with everything else in life, there are good times and bad times. Sometimes it’s like the floodgates have been opened and sometimes the well runs dry. This is not my problem this month.

April 2019 has been a horrible, anxiety ridden mess for me. Here’s why:

  • one of my parents was diagnosed with cancer.
  • there was a death in the family (not my parent)
  • my husband and I’s 16th wedding anniversary was this month. He is currently in Japan for work, and I am not.

Basically, I have been having my own personal pity party, and I just don’t feel like being productive. I realize that people have it worse off than I do, but right now, I kind of feel like life sucks.

Bottom line for this month, I have read 6 books (yeah for me!) and I have written ZERO words. I think it’s time to shift focus!

I hope everyone has had a better month than me. Happy reading and writing! (Please do some writing for me!)