Seriously U R Kidding
Heartfelt, humorous, and cynical narratives written by an almost famous blogger Tracy Gains.
A week goes by, and I barely notice any changes in my mundane life whatsoever. And then in just one short weekend I see we have a new set of circumstances that have literally “slipped up” on me or maybe I was not paying attention to the slow progression that is inevitable. It creeps in …
One of the reasons I have not been actively “blogging” is because I have been writing a daily journal and sending it to my therapist. So now she knows all my secrets, and you don’t. Seriously, it is so much easier to jot down “my thoughts” quickly in the morning with my coffee than sit …
] The story about the cruise. Before I jump into this cruise ship Shenanigans… Gotta say…I’m not a writer but apologetically I do think out loud. God bless you for trying to keep up. My teachers called it scattered brain…I call it, me. So, this is what went down in March. I went on this …
I just got home from a walk. It was one of those mornings I knew I had to. A walk heals my mind more than anything…so I just go. I occasionally make some pretty decisive decisions when I’m walking, some good some not so much. Today I made a decision to write this with Kelley, …
I know it has been months since I have typed something up for my almost famous blog. I’m pretty sure it’s not that thing they call “writers block” and the reason I know this to be true is… you have to be a writer. Ideas are constantly …
I have this wonderful, smart, hilarious friend that I have known for my whole entire life say to me a few weeks ago while I was home visiting my family, that she was “AMAZED” that I was writing a blog. She quickly cleared her throat as her eyes were searching for the right …
It may be too early in the year for me to start spouting off about a bunch of negative stuff. After all, we are only a couple of days in… but…holy cow! I remember the day when the only thing I hated was a Monday! Oh how I hated getting back into a week day …
Remember when you were little and what you wanted more than anything for Christmas. Awe…the anticipation of a life size doll, a bike, a horse. Later, maybe a phone (and private line). A car. A child. A Grandchild. And then out of the blue…comes that year when you realize that you don’t want a thing. …
