Most people only celebrate the new year once on January 1. For those of us who still work in a school environment, we are soon kicking off another new year. There is something about the coming rush of students, school buses, and fall that makes me giddy. I enjoy the back-to-school sales with all the fresh notebooks, cases of pens, and ready-to-be-battered-and-abused book bags. For me, this time of year always means a new beginning where we can build off the old (past semester) and move forward. I guess that this means that there will be some new things happening on this blog. My goal is to post at least once every two weeks. (I’m aiming low so I can impress myself and you dear reader if I do more.) I blog in a few places on the web, and I have been lax this summer, enjoying my time off instead of trying to scramble a few words for a post. This fall, I plan on doing better here and there. So, what about you? What do you think about fall? What are your goals for this fall?
Glad tidings to you, good people who read this blog! (That means you, Mama. Thanks for upping the reader count to a solid 1. Woo hoo.) This week is so busy with sorority stuff, work stuff, neglected writing stuff, and travel stuff. (Not to mention cleaning stuff like dishes, clothes, closets, bathrooms, and the like. My house looks like my dorm room when I was online…except I know have several rooms, a dog, and all the consumerist tendencies of the middle class professoriat.) This Friday, when the eagle flies, I will be up in the air to the West Coast and will have a chance to hang out with my cool nerd friends. Good times in store. Thank goodness.
Yesterday was National Pencil Day, which made my nerd heart happy. Today is the last day of the month, and I am on step closer to being out of school for the school. Color me happy. As if normal, The Skim is a curated weekly round-up of links, podcasts, videos, and/or books. Enjoy!
Go get your hustle on, buttercup. But to do that work and creativity hustle, you have to cast aside that bitch-ass demon known as your inner critic.
Your inner critic can be responsible for feelings like exhaustion, dreading going into work every day, or like you’re constantly fighting a losing battle. When you let your inner critic get the best of you it means missing out on opportunities to grow, being less productive, and not creating the awesomeness you were meant to create.
before i retire my vagina completely i gotta fuck a young dude for real. just one time, maybe two. i’m nursing a couple of unrequited crushes on humans my own age that i don’t foresee panning out, which is killing what is left of my heart one minute at a time. love hurts. but before i abandon them entirely to instead lie about my age to try to fuck your uncle on ourtime.com…
I tweeted this story, and @EileenFisher favorited my tweet. #fangirlsqueal One day when I get money, my entire wardrobe will be Eileen Fisher.
And I cried. For myself. For this woman talkin’ about love. For all the women who have ever stretched their bodies out anticipating civilization and finding ruins.
Sonia Sanchez, Homegirls and Handgrenades