Miss SugarCookie

Category: journal

  • 2020-12-13 “We Will Send a Car to Find You…

    2020-12-13 “We Will Send a Car to Find You…

    … if you ever lose your way.” Last night I took my FitBit off because I went to bed somewhat early and realized that text messages buzzing my wrist were keeping me from precious sleep. Consequently I have no idea how long I was asleep or what my sleep score was. I know I put…

  • 2020-12-12 Poetic Rejection

    2020-12-12 Poetic Rejection

    I woke up at 4:30. Wrote a reply to Mr. SCC, feeling enough time had passed and some response was the best course. If only I could say what I want without giving the wrong impression. And why I worry about that is mysterious to me. I’m my own worst conundrum. I went back to…

  • 2020-12-10 Musing from Inside the Promethean Gap

    2020-12-10 Musing from Inside the Promethean Gap

    Is it wrong to approach the world, tentative and wanting? Believing in good intentions and people? That we’re all just stuck here temporary and harmless, abandoned on a mysterious spiral arm of stars? Is it wrong to believe in the power of human connection, however small. The innocence of it. The delicate nature of trust.…

  • 2020-12-09 Random Sign from the Universe?… 🅾️🔀⚛️

    2020-12-09 Random Sign from the Universe?… 🅾️🔀⚛️

    I pulled the day behind me yesterday as I tried to get all the things done. But it was just a screen built to protect me from the rampant procrastination coursing my Veins. Arteries too. Today, I think, will be more of the same. I need a serious check-it-before-you-wreck-it plan. Emails piling up, bills piling…

  • 2020-12-08 Unfamiliar Territory

    2020-12-08 Unfamiliar Territory

    I went to the lake yesterday. I kept my plans and overcame whatever it was that separates people who need each other. Or rather, whatever it is that keeps me from keeping to my word or from doing something that feels so foreign. Is it fear? Am I afraid of what can happen? All the…

  • 2020-12-07 I’ve Got Crocodiles Now

    2020-12-07 I’ve Got Crocodiles Now

    I don’t have much. My attention span feels thin today. Reading Poem-a-day, something about a duplex, I’m left uninspired by the language and really wondering when “This” will appear. Some days are like that and I just want to let it be. I’m giving myself a pep-talk as I write this. You can do it.…

  • 2020-12-06 Catharsis

    2020-12-06 Catharsis

    Writing, sharing, and letting go. Yesterday was good and necessary. The Funeral service was good. Strange to see so many people gathered together in close quarters. Strange to see so many people but not recognize them for the masks shielding their faces and emotions. Jim called the funeral home which was in Iowa to ask…

  • 2020-12-05 Stranger than Fiction

    2020-12-05 Stranger than Fiction

    It’s 3:30am and I’m headed into what I hope is the last long day of a string of long days that has left me sleepless, and full of Negative emotion. Yesterday was the first day I didn’t go across the river to CB and the plans I tried to make with my brother didn’t pan…