nicolebcreative

I'm collecting my thoughts, my dreams, my goals, my vision. I came to my office computer to work but find my mind going inward. When you spend all day taking care of things, little ones, and pets you forget to take care of yourself and I mean more than taking a shower or eating I mean taking care of your spirit. I just realized I don't share this part of myself much anymore with anyone, not even myself and it's made me a little sad. When I was younger I gave of myself completely to others, did for them and shared me with them. Now I realize I'm only giving half because I'm not listening to who I am which means I'm not giving my whole self. I need to share me with me and me with others more. That being said I will make it a point to explore myself here in the written word, the conscience stream of thought at the very least twice a week. Goals, yes I have many, even the here and now ones seem to outnumber my hours in a day. Priority one will always be my family an...

It's Friday night and I'm at home ... HAPPILY! Yes, Finn is asleep (finally) and Hupthsy (Nickname for Husband) and I have just enjoyed a dinner of grilled half chickens with peas and basmati rice plus a side of grilled corn on the cob AND of course two tall (each) freshly made margaritas, hey it was 95 degrees today! Hence the reason for my run on sentences and babbling. But Hupthsy made it all and it was so delectable, I swear the chicken had bacon wrapped around it while it was cooking to perfection in the smoky grill outside. What more could I want for a Friday night? Dancing in a sparkly top and tight jeans while strangers buy me drinks and sweat while looking at me like jackals? NO! The night was OR is perfect wouldn't change it or trade it for anything. Am I old? Who cares! I don't if it means I had a great Friday night. What next? Cuddling on the couch and flipping through channels or watching a Netflix. But who knows it's only 8:30 and we probably won't...

I'm in a lull. Maybe a bit sad too. I just got back Monday (late night) from visiting my parents in the northwest. It was a great visit and I swear Finn grew a lot mentally and physically while we were gone. My husband cut Finn's hair this morning before leaving for work and I was surprised at how sad it made me. For one it was a lot shorter than I thought it was going to be and it made my baby look so different than what I was used to. I'm feeling unmotivated and stifled on the whole job front. I came home to no job offer emails and one "Congrats! You're design submission is one of the top seven picked out of hundreds," (for a crappy little postcard design job.) "Now we will post your designs for our clients to pick a winner," great just what I need. I'm a seasoned professional with over eight years experience and I have to wait eagerly for "possibly, potentially, maybe more work offered after winning." So I put in my precious time to ...