Brainshambles

Guilt is an interesting emotion. Sometimes it creeps up on you when you least expect it, other times it can be conjured on demand. I should write more. I should eat, sleep and breathe more. I should definitely make more time to nurture the little corners of my psyche that fuel passionate outbursts. Time, there it is again. Tick, tick, ticking away. I guess while on the listing kick, I should give myself more credit for accomplishing so many things in a day, or even a 25 year lifetime.
My sweet baby girls who thrived so well as preemies in the NICU virtually medicine free, were diagnosed with their first ear and respiratory infections today. They are now 7 months old, so I consider myself truly lucky for their amazing stretch of health. They are strong little ladies, such a pity to see them with runny noses and crackly coughs. I knew it was bound to happen.
What else shall we share in this space tonight? I could rave about my amazing dinner. One whole grain “lean pocket” (variety: chicken, artichoke and wild rice), one honey greek yogurt, and two glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon. I am definitely the epitome of class. No really, I am, actually.
Little Miss Brainshambles is running on empty, but she carries on…always has and always will. Bigger things wait ahead of me and I hang on to hopes, like most other human beings. Hopes and dreams darling, hopes and dreams. And if I’m lucky, I’ll be able to keep on giving along the way.