Author deanna

I am the bobber here, keeping sanity afloat

I am trying my best to manifest my luck and numbers to help us do the things I want to do in this new sales job. I believe I have it, something that helps push forward my energies right now…. Continue Reading →

I really need to be better

I have like 7 drafts, half-written, hidden inside here I have typed over the past few weeks. But I have also been busy, as I tend to spend my time a lot better than I did previous to this job… Continue Reading →

lines to cross and slop

holy crap. I have realized my patience with the world is slipping almost daily it seems sometimes, but I think a lot of that is this hostility I seem to harbor while driving, and I am really trying to work… Continue Reading →

fission and the vision

Progress regress movement all the time. That’s kind of what you hope for a life, but the past few years things have been a little stagnant in the fort complex apartment community I have lived in and I am just… Continue Reading →

until 42…

I have been realizing some comforts I have been able to take in getting older and realizing I am closer now to an end after all this time. I have finally decided I am comfortable in my own skin. A… Continue Reading →

sunday wonderdays

I have started writing every single day this week but inevitably I get distracted or too tired to finish out the day right. I start these thoughts and file them away into the until next time and sometimes next next… Continue Reading →

hope through the showers

It really is becoming a problem, finding hope in this world we live in right now. Not sure if I have mentioned this, but I keep my news reading pretty varied so I can see the spin on stories or… Continue Reading →

omg when prayers work

That isn’t something you will ever see me comment on–not big into praying as you all know that’s like a wish in my head and that’s not something real people did in my world. It doesn’t mean I didn’t secretly… Continue Reading →

fantastical sap and all that crap

Oh my god. Sometimes I am mildly pathetic in my weepings. It’s not that I am not grateful to those of you wandering around in my past, nope, it’s just that sometimes I make myself sick with the comparisons. I… Continue Reading →

curiouser and curiosity

I had to google that word because it looks weird. Curiouser and curiouser I wind and waiver and change my mind daily. I haven’t tried to do the copywriting seriously enough, yet, but I am at the edge of a… Continue Reading →

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