Weekly Photo Challenge: Street Life



Just took a day trip to the beautiful city of Prague. The street life was booming. Vendors and shops were everywhere. I was even lucky enough to find a couple Starbucks coffee shops. I am definitely taking another trip there soon!


Weekly Photo Challenge: Reflections


Reflecting on the good times. Reflecting on all the memories flowing through that ink. Reflecting on the life I lived that I can recall with just a glance at that black, artistic scar. 

This Doesn’t Hurt Anymore

I always have these thoughts during a drive. Staring out my window. Expecting someone to look over and ask what I’m thinking of. And there’s always something sad that has come on the radio. And it takes me back. Back to some far off memory. A different time. A different drive. With a different someone asking what I’m thinking of. I always seem to think of these things at the peak of something happy that has come into my life. Like I’m doubting myself. Reaching into those dark crevices of my mind that I’ve tried to cover with other happy things. I am so ready for that whole space to be filled with just happy things. For all the darkness to wither up and float away. For the doubt to leave me the hell alone. Because when I’m sure of something, for once, I want it to go right. I want this to be the time that what I felt was better than what was right or expected of me. Why can’t what I feel be right? Even if what I’m doing is a huge mistake for me to be making right now, I am ready for this to end in happily ever after. Don’t we all deserve that?

I cannot walk away. I cannot let go of something like this again. Because what if I don’t get this back? What if I leave and work on myself, by myself. And I turn around and you’re so far away, I am worse off than when I started. 

I am going to stay. And I am going to work on myself. And I am going to work on us. And I am going to keep you, whatever it takes. 


So…you know that part in the movie where there’s an emotional verbal fight and someone says something mean. But then the other person says something meaner and then the semi-mean person gets that shocked look on their face like someone just shoved a pen in their eyeball. And then they try to storm off and the meaner person nearly pukes themselves with horror and tries to stop the only-kind-of-mean person from leaving possibly forever. And the pen stab victim pushes them away and says NO and they rush out the door. And it seems like they’re doomed and there’s no hope of ever turning back and fixing what has broken? Yeah, I sort of hit that spot in reality by writing that last blog. I’m currently sitting in the corner with my dunce hat on. This is one of those lessons I desperately need to learn. And it’s one of those good habits that’s harder to absorb. I’m working on it. I should only speak words of satin.