Project TMI

I am beyond tired.

What if instead of googling all that ails me I:

Pray more.

Love harder.

Forgive quicker.

Sit less.

Move more.

Information age…. I am over you.

Project Bozley

Nothing says ‘hello’ and ‘welcome’ like a GIANT dog shoving his nose into your crotch.

Bozley is unrelenting in his pursuit to love and be loved.

I think if we all approached life a little bit more like Bozley… (but without all the butt sniffing) that maybe the world would be a much better place.

*Cheers* to welcoming our friends into our REAL lives without abandon. … even on bad days.

Project Bad Day

Dishes unwashed.

Counter cluttered.

Floor unswept.

Laundry undone.

Bed unmade.

Hair uncombed.

Appetite zero.

Motivation zilch.

What does a bad day look like in your depression journey? Comment below. I want to know. Not a one of us is in this fight alone.

Project Pillsbury

I am scared of Pillsbury rolls. I scream every time I have to open one. Every. Single. Time.

Life happens but we’ve got this!!!

Project Picasso

My husband and I discovered this thing called ‘City Pass’ on our recent trip to Chicago. We wanted our money’s worth which resulted in us visiting at least one museum too many.

A few things I learned:

I may have ADD.
I am NOT smarter than a 5th Grader.
I love pushing the buttons on displays.
I don’t understand art.
My husband and I are a good match (see 1-4 and apply to him.)

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Project Spanx you very much

The word ‘spanx’ originates from the Latin word for sausage casing.

The cost of projecting a certain image is too steep. When you squeeze something tight enough the excess is going to have to go somewhere.

Just say ‘NO!’ to Spanx. Ease up a little. Life is short!

Project Brussel Sprout

I discovered yesterday that reheated brussel sprouts explode in the microwave.

I feel like an evil, mastermind, culinary genius as I stroke my cat and riffle through my latest cookbook in search of inspiration.

Food helps me tap into unknown resources that feed my creativity and daily activities. My depression is kept a little better under wraps through the joy of cooking. Sometimes I blow up brussel sprouts in the microwave…. other days I create a healthy six course meal. There is joy in this journey of self discovery through food and depression.

Project Punctuation

I seem to be having an ongoing affair with the exclamation mark.

Periods are blah. Question marks leave me wanting. Question marks mixed with exclamation marks are more my speed.

‘Yay.’ is the sarcastic sister of ‘yay!’ ‘Right?’ can’t even begin to convey the same message as ‘Right?!?’…. RIGHT???!?!?!

And, since when, did I forget, how to properly, place my commas? And why are my colons so spastic?

My excessive and preferential treatment of the exclamation mark must be reflective of my positive state of mind. Yes? And if my punctuation says that I am not depressed, then surely it must be true. I dare say that this post is filled with useful and solid reasoning. #makingtheworldabetterplace

Project ‘What do you saaaa-aay?’

Have you ever felt like people think that you are depressed because you simply aren’t grateful enough?

Here are things I am thankful for today:

I am grateful it isn’t Meatless Monday. The aftermath is unreal.
I am grateful that both my children brushed their teeth today. I don’t enjoy garbage breath.
I am grateful for the new toilet my husband is installing.
I am grateful that I cooked so much food yesterday that I may not have to cook again until Friday.
I am grateful that the wasp that stung me in the armpit didn’t sting me on the face.
I am grateful that my body hurts so bad from my workout yesterday that it gets me out of vacuuming today.
I am grateful that I don’t have to go to the dentist today.
I am grateful that I am not allergic to coffee.
I am grateful that my bug trap is full of bug carcasses.
I am grateful that you are still reading this.