Overdoing It

2015-05-06 Miss Poison Charities, Exhaustion, Musings, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Uncategorized, Writing Editing, Fibromyalgia Pain, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing

When you feel good for even a split second, you try capitalizing on it by squeezing in things from your "to do" list. Mine is more like a "must do" list. I am currently packing things up from my home for donation. There are plenty of people who need home goods and other things I … Continue reading Overdoing It

I’d Hoped For A Thunderstorm

2015-04-04 Miss Poison April, Being Real, Exhaustion, Honesty, Life, Musings, Petty Garbage, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Saturday, Toxic People, Writing Full Moon, Honesty, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Toxic People, Writers, Writing

For every weather site and app that predicted thunderstorms last night into today; I am not happy with you. Deliver your predictions, lest people start believing that you "cold read" the weather to begin with and aren't actually looking at all the colorful charts and fancy equipment you like to show us and claim is … Continue reading I’d Hoped For A Thunderstorm

Hard Work Makes Me Sleepy

2015-03-24 Miss Poison Exhaustion, Honesty, Musings, Poison In Lethal Doses, Work, Writing Editing, Exhaustion, Honesty, Musings, Poison In Lethal Doses, Work, Writing

This morning I said that I would push myself to work on this manuscript. I've revised portions of it so many times that it's caused me to not go further into the manuscript than I normally would at this particular point in time. That irritates me, but my client is pleased and said she'd rather … Continue reading Hard Work Makes Me Sleepy

Tell Me The Truth; Was I Run Over By A Truck?!

2015-03-08 Miss Poison Chronic Pain, Exhaustion, Fibromyalgia, Honesty, Migraines, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Work, Writing Exhaustion, Fibromyalgia, Honesty, Migraines, Musings, Pain, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Weekends, Work, Writing

Sleep issues, for now, seem to be on their way to looking up. I was in bed so early last night, I'm certain every 80+ year old Grandmother was still awake when my head hit the pillow. When sleeping is difficult, it's good to go to bed the second you can no longer keep your … Continue reading Tell Me The Truth; Was I Run Over By A Truck?!

Spring Forward

2015-03-072015-03-07 Miss Poison Exhaustion, Honesty, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Broken Plans, Musings, Poison In Lethal Doses, Spring Forward, The Sun, Writing

One of the most evil things we deal with each year is 'Spring Forward', where the clocks go ahead one hour. I've already been robbed of quality sleep for damn near a month, and this will only add to that. The birds are awake too damn early and my bedroom faces East, so what's in … Continue reading Spring Forward

It Doesn’t Feel Like A Saturday

2015-02-07 Miss Poison Being Sick, Exhaustion, Life, Musings, Poison In Lethal Doses, Self-Care, Work, Writing Being Sick, Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, Life, Musings, The Judge, Work, Writing

Perhaps having a stressful week and being sick has made me feel like today is Friday, instead of Saturday. It's disorienting. The sunrise looked more like a sunset, so incredibly stunning in blues and pinks. I have little interest now though in watching the actual sunset. I think it's just laziness. I completed a job … Continue reading It Doesn’t Feel Like A Saturday

Freelance Doesn’t Mean Free

2015-01-20 Miss Poison Being Real, Clients, Creativity, Editing, Exhaustion, Honesty, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Things That Enrage Me, Unbelievable Crap, Work, Writers, Writing Being Real, Honesty, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Work, Writing

Some days, I am utterly appalled by the audacity of others. There is a fine line between offering to help someone as a form of empowering another woman, and then dealing with the opposite side of the coin where someone wants you to do a job, but then wants you to lower your rate. When … Continue reading Freelance Doesn’t Mean Free

Overreaching

2014-11-272014-11-27 Miss Poison Chronic Pain, Exhaustion, Fibromyalgia, Honesty, Musings, Pain, Pet Owners, Pets, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Thanksgiving, Writing Cooking, Family, Fibromyalgia, Food, Friendships, Gratitude, Pain, Pets, Poison In Lethal Doses, Relationships, Thanksgiving, Writing

I decided a few weeks ago to forgo all the "traditional" Thanksgiving Day fare. I did not relish the idea of dealing with a turkey when a good half of it would end up in the garbage or making stuffing because I made it last year and there is simply NEVER enough stuffing one can … Continue reading Overreaching

Exhausted

2014-11-22 Miss Poison Exhaustion, Honesty, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Self-Care, Writing Deadened, Exhaustion, Honesty, Poison In Lethal Doses, Self-Care, Writing

I am physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. I'd like to sit and cry, but I don't even have the emotional capacity to do so today. I can't remember the last time I felt so incredibly deadened. I've spent an enormous chunk of my life taking care of others, being the dutiful daughter, being responsible and … Continue reading Exhausted