Time for Turnaround
Day 40 and I'm definitely settling in, but the confusion cloud hasn't lifted yet. Regardless, I determined that today would be the day...
Love Triggers
Man, it's easier to put the past behind you in theory. In reality? Not so much. It's those dang triggers. You never know when a song, a...
Love Stupid
I awoke this morning to an orange sun peeking over a misty mountain. What a view. I grabbed my phone to snap a pic and a video on it...
Can't Just Die
Like I wrote in my poem, "Can't just die, gotta live my highest high." That's my anthem for heading back to my new life. My visit home is...
Score: 15-Love
Tennis fans will understand the score 15-Love. The 15 represents the winner and “Love” represents the loser. In tennis the word “Love”...
Is it Time to Head Home?
This weekend should be interesting. We've only been at our new home for one month. Now, we're traveling back to where we came from for...
Timing is Everything
Sometimes I wish there was a plug in my heart. That I could twist off and let the pain leak out. Maybe I'm a control freak. Maybe...
Moving Stings
I feel the sting of moving 400 miles from my support team every morning and every evening. At work, I'm busy and distracted from the...
ISO a Man with a Toolbox
On the dark and misty journey through the hills driving to work today, an old song looped in my mind. How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?...
No More Heart Drama
Happy Monday Blog World! Try to keep it light today. Unlike me, apparently. I entered work to be bombarded with multiple tasks, romantic...
