I haven’t written on my blog in a few weeks; I’ve been busy working on Desperate, watching way too many episodes of Bones (we have streaming Netflicks so we can watch the episodes back to back), and reading (The Hunger Games Trilogy and Water for Elephants).
I’m tired most days, but I had a few spurts of energy the couple days before Christmas where I cleaned and organized like I was in a trance. No, I’m not pregnant, but I was seriously nesting.
I only made two batches of Christmas cookies.
I’ve consumed way too many chicken and cheese Taquitos (this is what happens when you watch too many episodes of Bones). I’m pretty sure I’ve gained about 10 lbs. thanks to Don Miguel. *UPDATE*! They’re NOT Don Miguel, they’re Jose Ole! Can’t believe I posted about the wrong Taquitos! :)
Christmas came and went, as did my child-like wonder. Life is becoming such a blur…
Fast and faster every year. The seasons come and go and I can barely breathe them in. Life is spinning and I’d slow down but I seem to thrive in the dance. But one can only dance for so long.
Tonight I plan on curling up with my husband and watching more episodes of Bones, promising myself that tomorrow I’ll make room for the stillness.
How are all of you doing? Any of you relate with the blur of life and missing child-like wonder? Any good book recommendations (I’m really interested in fiction right now)?
P.S. I highly recommend The Hunger Games. The writing is extraordinary and the story (and its characters) won’t let you go; you’ll be dreaming about the unfolding story for days after you’ve finished.