I’ve never been one to be great with imagery. My words were plain and simple. My style is almost stark now.

I have to keep the look very minimalistic because my vision can’t handle too much action.

Instead of telling you how to feel, I’d rather MAKE you feel.

What I can’t express with a turn of phrase or use of pretty words, I have to clarify with style, color or font.

I have to economize.

I’d love to go into great detail but it’s a luxury no longer at my disposal.

Sometimes I know my meaning is getting lost in the words I can’t use.

Sometimes a meaning comes that I didn’t intend.

It has to be enough.

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The first of many as we get ready to start organizing the 2nd Come As You Are party by BlogHer and Aiming Low and featuring the super sexy Mouthy Housewives.

It brought up all these great memories of San Diego. The fun dinners, good times with friends and this……burning in my brain……..that things weren’t right.

I was at one of the highlight of my life.

And I felt it.

This situation. The one that Pete and I are trying to handle like the grown-ups we play on TV.

I’m going to travel to NYC  this summer with a fair amount of party attendees aware of the turmoil that has happened in our walls.

I’m ok with that.

The burning will be gone.

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Pete said this other day when we were talking about a lot of things that needed SOMETHING.

I have this site and Aiming Low that I’m building up.

25 writers I love talking to each day.

We’re organizing events at BlogHer and TypeAParent.

The freelance thing I do.

I’m building another site with Faiqa and Janet.

There’s meetings to build up the business-side of things.

I’m always mom to the three most fascinating people EVER.

I’m married to the one guy who makes a world with no coffee worth….well….no one could make THAT work, but he IS pretty cool.

Dr Pain.

Electrifying myself.

Making things that don’t want to still have to.

Then there’s the book I agreed to write.

Speaking at conferences and travel.

Sometimes I miss those naps. And stay up too late. Try to squeeze a few more minutes into my day.

And I’m tired.

I have to remind myself that my body can’t take constant pressure.

It can’t handle the reckless speed I used to throw myself into everything.

I have to be more careful.

I have to be selfish.

It starts with naps.

I will own them again.

I write here.

But I also write at Aiming Low.

Every now and then I do freelance writing at places like SheKnows, Women On The Fence, and BlogHer..

Some of those articles seem long.

Longer than anything I write here.

But, here, I have a thought and literally vomit it out onto my keyboard.

You’re also welcome for that lovely visual image.

When I write for Aiming Low or anywhere else, it takes time.

Sometimes it takes hours, sometimes it can take weeks.

Even now, I can go back to posts I wrote a year ago.  I feel the changes in the writing.  I feel the changes in me that had to happen.

Here, more than anywhere else, I feel I can write without my bra spellcheck worry.

Hey, mom. how’d you like that title? I came up with that JUST for you.